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Claire is a long-legged beauty |
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Eyes like the Montana sky |
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She works down at Joe's All-Nite Diner |
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Watches the world pass her by |
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Some say she's a Vegas showgirl |
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Who's gotten too old for the lights |
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Claire never answers their questions |
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She goes home alone every night |
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Roy is a tall dark cowboy |
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A former bull rider, I heard |
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That scar on his face, well it's a mystery |
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Don't ask him; he won't say a word |
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He sold all his buckles and saddles |
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Bought that Texaco over on Vine |
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Drives a tow truck like it's an old bronco |
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Works late all the time |
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For a midnight cup of coffee, there's just one place to go |
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The lights are always on; they never close |
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The waitresses are friendly, and everybody knows |
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It's service with a smile Down at Joe's |
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A big Montana snowstorm blew through town last fall |
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Claire was headed home at 2 a.m. |
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Roy was working late shift when he got the call |
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From a woman who was stranded out on Highway 10 |
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Now Roy eats at the diner |
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He goes out of his way |
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Claire waits on his table |
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She's smiling more these days |
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Sometimes on the weekends |
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You'll see Roy's truck roll by |
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Claire is riding shotgun |
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By his side |
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coda
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Yes it is |
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It's service with a smile Down at Joe's |
