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I’m an old duck rover from out in Montana
I round up them duckies and drive ’em along
To a flooded corral where we bulldog and brand ’em
And mosey on home just a singin’ this song

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Singin’ quack-quack yippe-yea
And quack-quack yippe-yo
Get along little duckies, get along real slow.
It’s dirty and smelly and it really don’t pay
But I’ll be a duck girl ’til the end of my days.

On Saturday nights as I ride into town
On a short legged pony with my hat pulled way down
But the boys don’t like duck girls,
And I can’t figure why
No cowgirl could be so romantic than I

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There’s danger, adventure and romance I know
From a wild duck stampede to a duck rodeo.
But there’s loneliness too and it cuts to the bone
When you smell like duck feathers you’re always alone

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