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I'm up with the sun, I don't get no rest I got a bootleg whiskey flask tucked in my vest I got the coppers in my pocket like the chain on my chest I gotta move this product to the wild, wild west I got my city girl baby in the finest clothes Cause I came from the dirt, but that's where things grow I got all fired up like a wood-burn stove Another day, another dollar pack the train lets go So I met the wild boys at the edge of the tracks Loaded up 50 barrels of the southern smack I shook a right hand then I looked him dead in the eye That's when the pistols got drawn like they painting a crime I dove on the locomotive as it churned The shots ringing out and my stomach turned And just when I thought I'd escaped all harm I saw my city girl wrapped in a West Boy's arm I'm up with the sun, I don't get no rest I got a bootleg whiskey flask tucked in my vest I got the coppers in my pocket like the chain on my chest I gotta move this product to the wild, wild west I got my city girl baby in the finest clothes Cause I came from the dirt, but that's where things grow I got all fired up like a wood-burn stove Another day, another dollar pack the train lets go So I rode it down tracks, smoked a couple packs Poured a bottle out cause my baby broke bad I'm heading toward their station, a bad location I can't think twice, so I gotta think fast I emptied out the clip, gunpowdered the deck Poured a couple hundred bottles on the front and back Then I dove out the way, cocked back, take aim I sent the West Boys packing with a fireball train I'm up with the sun, I don't get no rest I got a bootleg whiskey flask tucked in my vest I got the coppers in my pocket like the chain on my chest I gotta move this product to the wild, wild west I got my city girl baby in the finest clothes Cause I came from the dirt, but that's where things grow I got all fired up like a wood-burn stove Another day, another dollar pack the train lets go