She Was Faster Than A Kentucky Race Horse (But Stubborn As An Old Missouri Mule) (076)

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She was faster
Than a Kentucky race horse,
But as stubborn
As an old Missouri mule.

She was hotter
Than a barn fire in July,
And I met her
One Friday night shootin' pool.

She was better
Than all of us good ol' boys,
And we didn't
Allow her to bend the rules.

She hit on me
Right up until closing time.
Looking back now,
I guess I was a big fool.

She put her hands
All over me when I shot,
And I could tell
She didn't wanna just play pool.

She took my hand
As I finished my eighth beer,
And she pulled me
Off my perch on the bar stool.

She led me out
To her yellow Jeep Wrangler,
And I sure thought
It was bright, shiny and cool.

She reached over
To unbuckle my belt;
Then she unzipped
My zipper and grabbed my tool.

What she did next
I can't really sing about,
Because that would
Violate FCC rules.

But I can tell y'all this ...

She was faster
Than a Kentucky race horse
But as stubborn
As an old Missouri mule.

Yeah ...

She was faster
Than a Kentucky race horse
But as stubborn
As an old Missouri mule.

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Truman T. Tiger aka Richard H. Schaefer
Inspired by fast women and fast race horses

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