| I’ve had some fond memories of San Angelo,
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| I’ve seen some Beauty Queens in El Paso.
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| Yeah, the best lookin' Women I’ve ever seen,
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| Have all been in Texas, and all wearin' jeans.
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| I’m a Country Plowboy, not a Urban Cowboy,
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| And I don’t ride Bulls but I have fought some men.
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| Drive a pickup truck, trust in God and luck,
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| And I live to love Texas Women.
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| Well, I thought I’d seen Beauty in Faraway Places,
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| 'Till I looked upon those Dallas faces.
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| Spent Hollywood nights up in Beverly Hills,
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| But they weren’t nothin' like one night down in BROWNSVILLE.
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| I’m a Country Plowboy, not a Urban Cowboy,
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| And I don’t ride Bulls but I have fought some men.
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| Drive a pickup truck, trust in God and luck,
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| And I live to love Texas Women.
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| I’m a pretty fair judge of the opposite sex,
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| But I ain’t seen nothin' that will touch 'em yet.
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| They may be from Waco, or out in Lampassas,
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| But one thing about it, they all have Nice Asses.
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| I’m a Country Plowboy, not a Urban Cowboy,
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| And I don’t ride Bulls but I have fought some men.
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| Drive a pickup truck, trust in God and luck,
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| And I live to love Texas Women.
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| Yeah, I’m a football fan, not a soccer man,
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| And my arms are red and so is my blood.
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| And they make it boil with their soft Texas Drawl,
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| And I love 'em all, Texas Women…
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| Aha… |