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From reading a magazine.                                                                                                                                                            

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TWANG

WHEN I GOT HOME FROM WORK LAST NIGHT I WAS FEELIN` `BOUT HALF DEAD
I GRABBED A BEER AND THE  REMOTE CONTROL ..AND HEADED FOR THE COUCH
THEN MY BABY CAME DOWNSTAIRS ALL DRESSED UP TO KILL AND SAID
REMEMBER HONEY...YOU PROMISED TO TAKE ME OUT

WELL I WANTED TO CRY BUT I GAVE MY WORD SO I TOOK HER TO A HONKY TONK
JUST CLIMBIN` ON THAT BAR STOOL WAS A CHORE
BUT MY EARS PERKED UP WHEN I HEARD THE BAND PLAY A HILLBILLY ROCKIN` SONG
NEXT THING I KNOW..I WAS JUMPIN` ALL AROUND THE FLOOR

IT HAPPENS EVERYTIME WHEN I HEAR THAT TWANG
A STEEL GUITAR AND A TEXAS FIDDLE..MAKE ME WANNA DANCE AND SING
IT``S LIKE A SPELL COMES OVER ME..I FORGET ABOUT EVERYTHING
YOU KNOW I CAN`T HELP IT I JUST GET EXCITED..WHENEVER I HEAR THAT TWANG

A GUITAR STRING BEIN` BENT SO FAR YOU`LL SWEAR IT`S GONNA SNAP IN TWO
A FIDDLE BEIN` SAWED LIKE A LUMBER JACK CUTTIN` WOOD
WHEN I HEAR THEM SOUNDS EVEN WHEN I`M DOWN..IT REJUVENATES MY ATTITUDE
I`D TWO-STEP ON THE CEILIN` IF I COULD

YEA COUNTRY ROCK CAN WIND MY CLOCK LIKE NO OTHER MUSIC CAN
IT SENDS A TINGLIN` FROM MY HEAD DOWN TO MY TOES
I FEEL LIKE I JUST ATE A CAN O` SPINACH AND I`M POPEYE THE SAILERMAN
HEY ..C`MON OLIVE.. LET`S BOOGIE TILL THE DANCE HALLS CLOSE

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