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by Garth Berooks
Yea, she's my lady luck Hey, I'm her wild card man Together we're buildin' up a real hot hand We live out in the country Hey, she's my little queen of the south Yea, we're two of a kind Workin' on a full house She wakes me every mornin' With a smile and a kiss Her strong country lovin' is hard to resist She's my easy lovin' woman I'm her hard workin' man, no doubt Yea, we're two of a kind Workin' on a full house Yea, a pickup truck is her limosine And her favorite dress is her faded jeans She loves me tender when the goin' gets tough Sometimes we fight just so we can make-up Lord I need that little woman Like the crops need the rain She's my honeycomb and I'm her sugar cane We really fit together If you know what I'm talkin' about Yea, we're two of a kind Workin' on a full house This time I've found a keeper, I made up my mind Lord the perfect combination is her heart and mine The sky's the limit, no hill is too steep We're playin' for fun, but we're playin' for keeps So draw the curtain, honey Turn the lights down low We'll find some country music on the radio I'm yours and your mine Hey, that's what it's all about Yea, we're two of a kind Workin' on a full house Lordy, mama, we'll be two of a kind Workin' on a full house |
