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A door opens and a not-particularly well-groomed man dressed in leather walks in, whistling a jaunty tune. He breaks into song in a heavy 'backwoods' accent a few bars into his tune.
"Bless your beautiful hide
Wherever you may be.
We ain't met yet
But I'm a willin' to bet
You're the gal for me.
Bless your beautiful hide
You're just as good as lost.
I don't know your name
But I'm a-stakin' my claim
Lest your eyes is crossed."
Then he looks around- this isn't the town.
"Where can I get a bride 'round here?"
"Bless your beautiful hide
Wherever you may be.
We ain't met yet
But I'm a willin' to bet
You're the gal for me.
Bless your beautiful hide
You're just as good as lost.
I don't know your name
But I'm a-stakin' my claim
Lest your eyes is crossed."
Then he looks around- this isn't the town.
"Where can I get a bride 'round here?"