He was a honky tonk hero
She was the west Texas rose
He had his hands clenched in hatred
And she made the sweet flowers grow
They met on a Saturday evenin'
At a place called the Last Chance Saloon
Her hand in his stopped his tremblin'
When he laughed as they danced 'cross the room
The jukebox was playing a beautiful song
A tune called the West Texas Waltz
And it seemed like the whole world was dancin' along
With the music controlling it all
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He was a honky tonk hero
And she was the west Texas rose
They met on a Saturday evenin'
And she made the sweet flowers grow