He was a Mennonite

Came from Mexico

He went to work for his uncle

Out in Weslaco

He's building trailers

Hell he could build anything

Out of metal, and fix any machine

Well praise be to Jesus

For glory and accord

But when you are twenty-one years old

You get kind of bored

Staying home every night

Worshiping the Lord

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He bought a pearl snap shirt

Stitched with horses and stars

A handsome pair of boots

Started driving past bars

Where women wore short skirts

They made out in cars

They drank beer by the quart out of mason jars

They drank beer

At the county line bars

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Well Marco Polo Marco Polo

He went off to explore

And Christopher Columbus

Off to find a new shore

A young Mennonite walks through a bar room door

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It said I heart to dance

On a tight t-shirt

That was tucked in the waist of a short short skirt

She was standing at the bar

Holding court

A push up bra for extra support

The boys fell like pigeons

Fell like leaves

Strong pale legs

Red boots to her knees

Red boots to her knees

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Who’s to say what love is?

Is it horses and stars?

Is it boots and beer, the back seat of cars?

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On the floor board

There’s a short short skirt

It's wrapped in the arms of a pearl snap shirt

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Well it’s been five years

Never was hard

He never much thought

More about the Lord

And she just quit

Quit going to bars

They got married had kids

It never was hard

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Well who’s to say what love is?

Is it horses and stars?

Is it boots and beer, the back seat of cars?

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On the floor board

There’s a short, short skirt

And it's wrapped in the arms

Of a pearl snap shirt

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