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Big Boned Gal

she was a big boned gal from southern alberta
you just couldn`t call her small 
and you can bet every saturday night 
she`d be heading for the legion hall 
put her blue dress on and she`d curl her hair 
oh she`s been waiting all week 
and with a bounce in her step and a wiggle in her walk
she`d be swinging down the street 
you could tell she was ready by the look in her eye 
as she slipped in through the crowd 
she walked with grace as she entered the place 
ya, the big boned gal was proud 
hey hey the big boned gal 
ain`t no doubt she`s a natural 
shakin` and a`snakin` and a`breakin` up across the floor 
hey hey the big boned gal 
ain`t no doubt she`s a natural 
reelin` and a`rockin` 
and she`s yelling out for more 
now people would come from miles around 
and gather there to dance 
but when the big boned gal came shufflin` in 
she`d hold them in a trance
you could tell she was ready by the look in her eye 
as she slipped in through the crowd 
she walked with grace as she entered the place 
ya, the big boned gal was proud 
hey hey the big boned gal 
ain`t no doubt she`s a natural 
shakin` and a`snakin` and a`breakin` up across the floor 

 

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