Janine

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From dusk 'til dawn she's high in the saddle, 
 
Out back stock camp cutting out cattle. 
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Crack of the stock whip, her hat's down low, 
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Gives 'em a run for their money at the rodeo. 
 
 
 
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Janine, baby where've you been? 
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Janine, you're every cowhand's dream. 
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Hotter than a bushfire, 
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Cooler than a mountain stream. 
 
 
 
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Well Davey got drunk and he put it on her, 
 
She socked him in the kisser, and Davey was a goner. 
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The boys all cheered when she laid him out flat, 
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Now whatcha gonna do with a girl like that? 
 
 
 
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Janine, baby where've you been? 
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Janine, you're every cowhand's dream. 
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Hotter than a bushfire, 
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Cooler than a mountain stream. 
 
 
 
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Now some might say that Janine ain't so pretty, 
 
A little too tough and a little too gritty. 
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But she holds her own, let's make one thing clear, 
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That's the kind of woman that we love around here. 
 
 
 
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Janine, baby where've you been? 
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Janine, you're every cowhand's dream. 
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Hotter than a bushfire, cooler than a mountain stream. 
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Nobody does it, does it like sweet Janine. 
 
 
 
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