He wore a purple shirt a yeller neck tie some high heal boots that come knee high
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Crocket spurs hangin' off his feet
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The hair across his forehead was combed real neat
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He had himself a saddle an old Ham lee
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He placed it on the back of that Tweedle Dee
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Measured off his hat grain with a piece of hair
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Just by lookin' you could tell he was scared
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Tweedle dee oh tweedle dee you could tell by lookin'
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He's scared of that tweedle dee
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Well his chaps were glued up and so was his cap
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And that ol pine rosin was a drippin' from his hands
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He had his saddle covered so the judges couldn't see
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He's glued up ready for this tweedle dee
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Tweedle dee oh tweedle dee he's glued up and ready
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To ride this tweedle dee
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All the bronc riders say he's a might rank horse
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And many good cowboys' he has tossed
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But when you come right down to it
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Its pain to see he ain't nothin' but another Tweedle Dee
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Tweedle dee oh tweedle dee he ain't nothin' but another big balute
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He's a tweedle dee
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Tweedle Dee
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Chris LeDoux |