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Garth Brooks No Fences

While they dance, how she holds him Pulls him close and loves him so While he dreams of another And counts the days until he lets her go Same old story

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January's always bitter But Lord, this one beats all The wind ain't quite for weeks now And the drifts are ten feet tall I've been all night drivin'

Our guardian star lost all its glow The day that I lost you It lost all its glitter the day you said no And its grey skies turned to blue Like him I

While they dance How she holds him Pulls him close And loves him so While he dreams of another And counts the days Until he lets her go Same old story

Yes, 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

Just the other night a hometown football game My wife nd I ran into my old high school flame And as I introduced them the past came back to me And

From a phone booth in Cheyenne I made a promise to Diane No more rodeos I'd gone my last go 'round The same promise that I made In San Antone and Santa