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Way down on the prairie where cowflop is thick,
Where women are women and cowboys cum quick,
There lived pretty Charlotte, the girl we adore,
The pride of the prairie, the cowpuncher's whore.
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It's Charlotte the Harlot, the girl we adore,
The pride of the prarie, the cowpuncher's whore.
She's dirty, she's vulgar, she spits in the street
Whenever you see her, she's always in heat.
She'll lay for a dollar, take less or take more
The pride of the prairie, the cowpuncher's whore.
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One day in the canyon, no pants on her quim,
A rattlesnake saw her and flung himself in.
Charlotte the Harlot gave cowboys the frights
The only vagina that rattles and bites.
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One day on the prairie while riding along,
My seat in the saddle, the reins on my dong,
Who should I meet but the girl I adore
The pride of the prairie, the cowpuncher's whore.
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I got off my pony, I reached for her crack,
The damn thing was rattling and bitin' me back.
I took out my pistol, I aimed for its head.
I missed the damn rattler, I shot her instead.
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Her funeral procession was forty miles long
With a chorus of cowpunchers singin' this song:
"Here lies a young maiden who never kept score,
Young Charlotte the Harlot, the cowpuncher's whore!"
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