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BIG BONED GAL

by k.d. lang and Ben Mink


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 headed for the Legion Hall.

Put her blue dress on,
And she'd curl her hair;
Oh, she'd 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 stepped 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,
Snakin' 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 stepped 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,
Snakin' 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.

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Copyright 1989 Bumstead Publishing/Zavion Music (CAPAC)