| She’s my Texarkana baby
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| Do I love her Lowdy Law
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| Her pappy came from Texas
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| Her maw from Arkansas
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| I’m twisted round her finger
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| Like a little piece of string
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| And yet I’m satisfied because
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| She’s such a precious thing
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| If she hauled off and slapped me
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| I would never feel the sting
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| She’s my Texarkana baby
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| She’s my Texarkana baby
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| Do I love her Lowdy Law
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| Her pappy came from Texas
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| And her maw from Arkansas
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| She’s pretty as a picture
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| And you ought to hear her name
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| It’s sweet as sarghum syrup
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| And good ol' blue ribbon cane
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| She gives me lots of sugar
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| And she never spills a grain
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| She’s my Texarkana baby
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| She’s my Texarkana baby
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| Do I love her Lowdy Law
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| Her pappy came from Texas
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| And her maw from Arkansas
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| One night I went a callin'
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| On my pretty little maid
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| I must admit to you
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| I was a little bit afraid
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| To offer her a diamond ring
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| With one installment pay
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| She’s my Texarkana baby
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| --- Instrumental ---
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| She’s my Texarkana baby
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| Do I love her Lowdy Law
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| Her pappy came from Texas
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| And her maw from Arkansas
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| She’s got two eyes that twinkle
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| Like a good ol' country star
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| She’s got a perfect figure
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| That’ll stop you where you are
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| Why everytime I look at her
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| I think of my guitar
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| She’s my Texarkana baby… |