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Intro: (As played at Billy Bob's 4-30-99)
Mamma raised a Christian boy
Children of the Son
Daddy was a son of a b***h
And I'm a hard hittin' son of a gun
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What the hell am I doing down in Kansas City,
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I know damn well it ain't where I belong,
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think I'll quit my job come 5 o'clock,
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find my lonely way back home,
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My baby said just what are you trying to prove here,
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do you really want to leave me here alone,
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I said I'm staring at this ocean full of Yankees,
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and I'd rather be in Texas on my own.
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So we were southbound 35, we were headed down the road,
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hit the border by the morning, let Texas fill my soul,
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yeah let Texas fill my soul.
The tears start to flow about the time that I was leaving,
she said I guess you better take me along,
God might have made me born a Yankee,
but it's time that I made Texas my home,
So we loaded her stuff into my pickup,
said good-bye to all my friends,
called my brother down in Austin,
said I'm headed home again.
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She had her feet up on the dashboard,
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she was holding my hand and wearing only a smile,
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she said it's gonna be hard to start all over,
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but the feeling I have will make it all worth while.
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