On a windin' dirt back road
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In the hills of Arkansas
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In a little country farmhouse
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With his mama and his pa
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Lived a plain old plough boy
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By the name of Colton Mall
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He'd never took to farmin'
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He had racin' in his blood
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Hope and Will and Mighty Fine was the only stock he'd run
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Had a local reputation
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But for Colt that wasn't enough
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To be the fastest horse in a one horse town
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He leaves them all in the dust
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On the fastest tracks around
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He gets that fire in his eyes
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And takes off like a gun
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When the smoke clears
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Someone in the crowd hollers
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"Son there goes the fastest horse in a one horse town"
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He beat it to Daytona
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The big boys laughed and said
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Looks like they've turned a pack mule loose among these thoroughbreds
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Colt said, "This old mule's been places most blue bloods fear to tread."
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But a thousand left turns later
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Foot still on the gas
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The leader watched a car slip by
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And beat him to the flag
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And painted on the trunk
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There were the words
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"Boy you just been passed.
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By the fastest horse in a one horse town."
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He leaves them all in the dust
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On the fastest tracks around
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And takes off like a gun
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When the smoke clears
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Someone in the crowd hollers
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"Son, there goes the fastest horse in a one horse town."
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He's the fastest horse in a one horse town
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He leaves them all in the dust
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On the fastest tracks around
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He gets that fire in his eyes
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And takes off like a gun
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And when the smoke clears
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Someone in the crowd hollers
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"Son, there goes the fastest horse in a one horse town."
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The Fastest Horse In A One-Horse Town
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Billy Ray Cyrus |