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Lord don't you walk with a little |
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Sawin' on a fiddle and the crying of a steel guitar |
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Coming from the heart and soul |
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Born and bred in the ole Lone Star |
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Get them honky tonkin' blues |
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Let them be your saving grace |
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If you want to hear some country |
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Then you've come to the right place |
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You miss Waylon, if it don't make you smile |
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Like Willie and George Jones |
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You better stick around a while |
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You like Merle, Buck and Johnny |
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We might just get along |
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But if you don't, go slap your mommy |
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Cause your momma raised you wrong |
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I like gravy on my biscuit, I like my chicken fried |
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I drink my coffee black, I sure like my Charlie Pride |
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Well I still solute ole Glory and I give glory to the lord |
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I tip my hat to ole E.T. and his Texas Troubadours |
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