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When you're down on your luck |
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And you ain't got a buck |
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In london |
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You're a goner |
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'cause even london bridge |
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Is falling down |
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And moved to arizona |
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Now I know why |
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And I'll substantiate the rumor |
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That the english sense of humor |
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Is dryer than the |
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Texas sand |
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And you can put up your dukes |
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Or you can bet your boots |
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That I'll be leaving |
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Just as fast as I can |
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I wanna go home |
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With the armadillo |
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Good country music |
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From amarillo to aboline |
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The friendliest people |
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And the prettiest women |
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You've ever seen |
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Well it's cold over here |
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And I swear |
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I wish they'd turn the heat on |
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And where in the world |
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Is that english girl |
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I promised I would meet |
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On the third floor |
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And of the whole damn lot |
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The only friend I've got |
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Is a smoke |
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And a cheap guitar |
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My mind keeps rolling |
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My heart keeps longing |
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To be home in a texas bar |
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I wanna go home |
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With the armadillo |
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Good country music |
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From amarillo to aboline |
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The friendliest people |
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And the prettiest women |
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You've ever seen |
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Well I decided that |
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I'd get my cowboy hat |
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And go down to |
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Marble arch station |
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'cause when a texan fancies |
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He'll take his chances |
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Chances will be taken |
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That's for sure |
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And them limey eyes |
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They were eyeing the prize |
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Some people call |
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Manly footwear |
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And when you open your mouth |
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They say you're from down south |
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And you always seem to |
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Put your foot there |
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I wanna go home |
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With the armadillo |
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Good country music |
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From amarillo to aboline |
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The friendliest people |
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And the prettiest women |
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You've ever seen |