The Beginning 1
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When I was just a young buck so wild looking to settle down.
On Friday nights. I very often went to the bars out on the town.
It was there on one very fortunate hard beer drinking cold night,
That I met the pretty young lady that for me was just so right.
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The Beginning 1
When I was sowing my wild oats on the town just having a few.
I was sitting at the bar drinking those cold draft Coors Beer brews.
A pretty young lady was tending bar there at Jeans Bar and Grill.
We talked some after I got loosened up giving me a big thrill.
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Wild Bill is looking for a little action. Draw me a Coors Beer pretty lady.
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I asked what a sweet thing like her was doing working in a bar,
She said she did this at night and at day she made lots of bras.
I found this to be interesting and talked with her a little more.
Making bras at day, serving beer at night, I knew she was no bore.
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She asked what I did for a living there in Borger town so small,
I told her I was a mechanical engineer for Phillips walking tall,
But that I was a “Rotten To The Core” bad apple most of the time.
A young man just out on the town drinking beer feeling so fine.
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She asked me why my shirts were so wrinkled when I came in,
I said I don’t iron anything as I just can’t, is that such a big sin.
Things were slow and I asked her to play a game of eight ball pool,
We played and surprise, she beat me the very first game, not cool.
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I found this young lady so easy to talk to and we got along so good,
So when things got slow again, I asked her to dance if she would.
She said yes and we floated round that floor to a real slow song,
Called “Crazy ” but it was over too soon not lasting too long.
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I asked her what her name was and she said it was Pamala Ann.
She said she lived there in town on an old street called Grand.
I thought, she lives three blocks from my office, that’s so strange,
This young lady lives right here on my own home roaming range.
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I’ll make time to dance with you wild Bill.
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Pam could draw a cold Coors Beer with no foam head on it at all,
Wow, I’ve found a fine lady that can play pool, dance, and draw,
This is my kind of young lady that I can talk to so nice and easy.
I’m going to spend more time in this bar visiting her and teasing.
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I went to Jeans much more often in the next few weeks to come,
Becoming better acquainted as we talked more there on the run.
I asked her out to eat sometimes after she closed the bar down.
Always driving my old beat up pickup when out on the town.
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Now I know why they call you wild Bill.
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So with my wrinkled shirts and beat up truck, out we went to eat,
At the Round The Clock restaurant there in town on Main Street.
Those enchiladas sure we’re good after drinking beer at night.
Having Pam eating with me there somehow just felt so right.
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While we were eating, she asked me if she could cook me a meal,
I said that would be great and it sounds like a real good deal.
So that next Sunday, started a courtship that lasted a life time.
With the finest lady that is such an Angel that still does shine.
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Can’t wait for that home cooked meal.
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By Bill
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Thanks for reading The Beginning 1,
Bill