| 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 |