| In '81 I was just a drink
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| On the shelf, a daiquiri
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| Not even a thought
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| Until sometime in July
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| Sometime in July
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| And something happened in '84
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| I ended up with two places to be from
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| The only tree with leaves in Lubbock
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| With roots in Mineral Wells
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| Mineral Wells
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| At night I dream I’m in the Brazos River
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| Pines and cypress of the West Cross Timbers
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| And oh, I know, it shows
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| I’m another one still thirsting for my home
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| There’s a spot under the train track trestles
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| The water’s too deep to stand in
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| And you were there once…
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| We climb the sandstone and jump in
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| «Hold your breath and jump in.»
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| We take the airboats way upstream
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| The heat’s tiring and I fall asleep
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| In my folding chair
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| I dreamed Dad was smoking cigarettes
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| He always had one hanging from his lips
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| At night I dream I’m in the Brazos River
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| Pines and cypress of the West Cross Timbers
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| And oh, I know, it shows
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| I’m another one still thirsting for my home
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| I’ve tried drinking water from the Gibson well
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| Folks before me say, «it cures what ails ya.»
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| I think it might be true
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| That there’s something in the well
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| In Mineral Wells
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| And at night I dream I’m in the Brazos River
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| Pines and cypress of the West Cross Timbers
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| And oh, I know, it shows
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| I’m another one still searchin' for my home |