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Bobby had a sixer in his right hand Bobby held the reins in his left
The bottles went to clinking and the pony went to bucking
And the pony's putting Bobby to the test
The pony rose up so high Bobby just reached
Back and set the sixer on the ground
When Bobby pulled the reins real tight on the pony
He settled that big boy down
That's Bobby Blair
Bobby went down to Matula
Bobby gonna work him some cows
Rocky lost Bobby in the middle of the night
Bobby drifted deeper to the south
Bobby ain't the kind of man who scares real easy
And them boys drove him out to the cliffs
Bobby played it cool, watched it all unfold
Bobby came back with the shit
That's a Bobby Bair
Bobby just minding his business
Shooting pool in Mineral Wells when a fella sees a Blair boy
A Little out of pocket And the courage in a fella just swells
Well I'll be damned
If it ain't Bobby Blair
Don't you know that this ain't your town
Bobby followed that boy out the front door
He left the boy layin' on the ground
That's Bobby Blair
Bobby was a two-stepping man
He could crease a cowboy hat
Just right he was a father and a son and a
Brother and a friend and hell on a saturday night
Bobby had some bouts with his demons he
Would toe the line with your demons too
Bobby never said he was perfect and
He would never point a finger at you
That's Bobby Blair
Bobby had a sixer in his right hand
Bobby held the reins and left
Bottles went to clinking
Pony went to bucking
Pony put Bobby to the test
We'll see you next time