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well i partied with some crazy calgary cowgirls
we ripped and snorted, kicked our heels and then
two told me they got olde tyme religion
one says she'll never barrel race again
good copenhagen is better than bad cocaine
i spent some time with texas dave mcdaniel
dippin snuff at nine and drinkin beer by noon
he'd tell me about the bulls he'd rode in waco
by nitefall he'd be howlin at the moon
howlin good copenhagen is better than bad cocaine
look out for them wranglers out in longview
with the left, back pocket worn out of their jeans
they can get you high up in the rockies
so you ain’t never comin’ down again
good copenhagen is better than bad cocaine
i knowed about an old alberta oilman
chewed a tin a day till he was ninety two
he passed away a true western original
near the end he liked it sprinkled on his food
he knew that good copenhagen is better than bad cocaine
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