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2.16.2006

There's many a strange impulse out on the plains of West Texas/There's many a young boy who feels things he can't comprehend.
And a small town don't like it when somebody falls between sexes/Small towns dont like it when a cowboy has feelings for men.
And I believe to my soul that inside every man is the feminine/And inside every lady there's a deep manly voice loud and clear.
Well the cowboy may brag about things he has done with his women/But the ones who brag loudest are the ones who are most likely queer.


~Willie Nelson

Has the boy been sniffin' too much bio-diesel?

Goodbye, my friend.
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