| I had a home down in Texas
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| Down where the bluebonnets grew
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| I had the kindest old mother
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| How happy we were, just we two
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| Then one day the angels called her
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| Said they, we’d all have to pay
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| She called me close to her bedside
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| These last few words to say
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| Son, don’t start drinkin' and gamblin'
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| Promise you’ll always go straight
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| Ten years have passed since that parting
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| That promise I broke by mistake
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| I started in gambling for pastime
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| At last I was just like them all
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| I bet my clothes and my money
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| Not dreaming that I’d ever fall
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| One night I bet all my money
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| Nothing was left to be seen
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| And all that I needed to beat them
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| Was one card, and that was the queen
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| The cards were dealt all round the table
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| Each one took a card in the draw
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| And I drew the one that would beat them
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| I turned it and here’s what I saw
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| I saw my mother’s picture
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| And somehow she seemed to say
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| «Son, you have broken your promise»
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| So I tossed the cards all away
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| The winnings I gave to the newsboy
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| I knew I was wrong from the start
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| And I’ll never forget my promise
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| To my mother, the queen of my heart |