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She was a waitress in a west Texas dance hall.
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I was a cowboy with a throat full of sand.
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I called her, "Honey," when she brought my whiskey,
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And later I left there holding her hand.
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Then we walked down the street to a tumble-down hotel,
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Where she had a room on a cold second floor.
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And that room looked like hell just a bed and a table,
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A shade on the window and a lock on the door.

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I said to myself, "She's cheap and she's easy,
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But she don't look half bad, I'll stay for the night.
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But I'll leave when it's early cause I've got this feeling,
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She won't look so good in the bright morning light."

( Instrumental break featuring harmonica. )
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C                                F
Yeah, I've known some devils and I've known some angels,
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I once had a woman on the Mexico line.
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But I've never been touched like that woman touched me,
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She lay there beside me and crawled in my mind.
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And we talked and we smoked and made love till mornin',
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The sun came a streamin' through a hole in the shade.
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And it fell like a spotlight on her face and her body,
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And it hung like a halo 'round the bed where we lay.

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I said to myself, "She's cheap and she's easy,
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But she don't look half bad, I guess I'll stay for the night.
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But I'll tell you boys that was five years ago, an', Lord, God, what a woman!
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She still looks as good in the bright morning light