| My Wife The Barrel Racer From November thru March, its all very nice The girl i married is simply my wife Her horse is second, she really doesn't care Just a few simple words like "How's my mare?" The Temperature is zero, the snow is blowing, No way to the barn is my wife going Everything's normal, things run great, No thoughts of horses, barrel racing can wait I forget what its like, when comes early Spring The time of the year she starts doing her thing Horse shows and rodeos and things of that kind It's the time of the year I start blowing my mind The quiet is over, time now for fun, get everything ready There's a barrel to run! Hook up the camper, load the kids in the back. Whatever you do, don't forget any of the tack. My time is over, the horse is Number One You do the work, honey, I'll have the fun. Please watch my run, why did I lose? I tell her the truth, she ends up with the blues. The weekend is over, no money is won I'll suffer all week; man this is fun! One thing is certain, there's no other way Horse shows and barrel racing are sure here to stay. Some girls like bowling, some like to swim, Some girls go skiing, some to the gym Some like to talk, others just sit. My wife likes horses, so- I shovel the S---!!! | 
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