Here's a little girl playin' dress up
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Somewhere under all that lace
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Standin' in her mama's high heeled shoes
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With a lipstick covered face
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And here's a little boy on a pony
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He's a cowboy all the way
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He used to pull my hair and make me mad
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At the Saturday matinee
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Who would've thought that I'd lose my heart
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To the same little boy someday
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(Chorus)
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Lookin' through my old pictures
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Faded photographs
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Some of them bring me close to tears
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Others make me laugh
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Old memories seem to come alive
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And open up the past again
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And let me dream inside
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Here's brother with his first automobile
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Thought he'd washed the paint away
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He took a job that took him West
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He's doing very well
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We don't see much of brother these days
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And this is my favorite of my papa
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He's dressed up in his Sunday suit
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A wide brimmed hat, a watch on a chain
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Well, I'm gonna tell you the truth
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It's a picture of a downright handsome man
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Caught in the prime of his youth
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(Repeat Chorus)
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They open up the past again and let me dream inside
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Old Pictures
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The Judds |