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Along the Palo Duro canyon |
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Red River shows so may eyes |
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One eye squinting, shaded from the sun, shoot me |
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Black a oil, his hair shone |
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Lily white, his skin glistened |
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Restless as the reed between his lips blew |
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It's just that mean old Texas sun |
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It makes me dizzy, dizzy, dizzy in my head |
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What day is this? I, quiet, asked the sky |
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What time is it? he asked me, sitting up |
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Love that villan on the run |
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He's got me spinning 'round and falling on my head |
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What are you running from? I asked the white boy |
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From the guys who chase me there; come run |
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I need your dark skin |
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To sit beside me in my car, light up my cigar |
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I'll light you |
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It's just that mean old Texas sun |
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It makes me dizzy, dizzy, dizzy in my head |
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Love that villan on the run |
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He's got me spinning 'round and falling on my head |
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And dizzy, dizzy, dizzy in my head |
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He said you're ony Indian in Oklahoma |
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You could be melting in America |
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White on red, melt with my skin |
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These two hearts will beat along the walls of our hotel |
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I need your dark skin... |
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It's just that mean old Texas sun |
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It makes me dizzy, dizzy, dizzy in my head |
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The last I saw of Oklahoma |
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A gas station fading in the dusk |
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Goodbye my father, I thought, I'm carrying the light |
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The light of my Comanche |
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Make sure the dog remembers me, |
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I dream the sand beneath your feet |
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I hold the light |
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It's just that mean old Texas sun |
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It makes me dizzy, dizzy, dizzy in my head |
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Love that villan on the run |
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He's got me spinning 'round and falling on my head |
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And dizzy...in my head |
