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Flatter than a table top |
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Makes you wonder why they stopped here |
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Wagon must have lost a wheel |
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Or they lacked ambition one |
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In the great migration west |
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Separated from the rest |
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Though they might have tried their best |
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They never caught the sun |
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So they sunk some roots down in this dirt |
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To keep from blowin' off the earth |
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Built a town right here |
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When the dust had all but cleared |
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They called it Levelland |
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Levelland |
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Levelland |
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Grand dad grew the dry land wheat |
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Stood on his own two feet |
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His mind got incomplete |
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And they put him in a home |
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Daddy's cotton grows so high |
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Sucks the water table dry |
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His rolling sprinklers circle back |
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Bleeding it to the bone |
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And I won't be here when it comes the day |
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It all dries up and blows away |
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I'd hang around just to see |
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But they never had much use for me |
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In Levelland |
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They don't understand me |
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In Levelland |
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Well I watch those ships trails comin' out that big blue sky |
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Coast to coasters, watch 'em go |
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And I don't blame 'em one damn bit |
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If they never look down on this |
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Ain't much down here they'd want to know |
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Just Levelland |
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You could wash your hands |
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In nothin' but Levelland |
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Mama used to roll her hair |
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Back before the central air |
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We'd sit outside and watch the stars at night |
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She tell me to make a wish |
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I'd wish we both could fly |
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I don't think she's seen the sky |
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Since we got the satellite dish |
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I can hear the marching band |
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Doing the best they can to play |
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Smoke on the water |
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And joy to the world |
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I payed up all my debts |
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Got some change left over yet |
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I'm getting on a whisper jet |
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Going to fly as far as I can get |
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From Levelland |
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Done the best I can |
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In Levelland |
