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I bought an old home in Del Rio |
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The status-quo stucco looked like the Alamo |
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Neighbor Jethro brought by his fresco |
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Lo and behold he showed where good neighbors abode |
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He offered tobacco to which I vetoed |
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I said I only smoke alone separate and solo |
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He wanted to know how I liked Del Rio |
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And if the lack of snow had made it all perfecto |
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And I replied... |
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Chorus: |
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Oh, why here it's so-so |
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but it is no, no Colorado |
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I miss my home and the cocoa |
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I wanna go home... |
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He helped me unload my piano |
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And then I played him oh a favorite concerto |
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He yelled profundo while I played allegro |
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And then he tip-tap-toed through my accelerandos |
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Gave him a banjo and said "strum what you know" |
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Then I pretended I was Dinos my old maestro |
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He kept in tempo and I said bravo |
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He picked the dearest notes that gave me thoughts of sweet hope |
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Oh.... |
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Chorus |
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After the song show I offered jam & toast |
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He said he'd forego and he left to tend his young goats |
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So I unpacked soap, found my bathrobe |
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And decided it'd be nice to sit and soak |
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On the backbone of the commode |
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I placed a family photo then let out a sad moan |
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Then a new groan of hunger followed, |
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And I bought two tacos and an H20 to go |
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Yeh there is no place no, no place quite like your home |
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Yeh there's no place no, no place quite like your home |
