| Nobody else could miss her
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| Not half as much as me
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| She cried so when I — pardon me
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| That’s just a shade loud on the snare drum
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| She’s the sweetest little rosebud
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| That Texas ever knew
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| Her eyes are bright as diamonds
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| They sparkle like the dew
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| See now you covered up sparkle like the dew
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| One of the lovliest parts in the whole
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| Texas is the only girl for me
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| He covered up the picallos there
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| Where the Rio Grand is
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| Where the Rio
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| Where
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| Wh-
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| See my feeling is while I love a good snare drum
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| I feel that volume wise it’s just a little too much what you’re doing there
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| See? |
| See, see what I mean? |
| Now you try and hold it there
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| I appreciate it
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| Where the Rio Grand (I appreciate it)
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| Where the Rio Grand is flowing
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| And starry skies (that's better)
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| She walks along the river
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| On the quiet (oh that’s so much better)
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| I know that she remembers
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| When we parted long ago
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| (You know that there’s just a world of difference, oh mercy)
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| She’s the sweetest little rosebud
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| That Texas ever knew
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| Her eyes are bright as diamonds
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| They sparkle like the dew |
| See you’re slipping back into your old habits again
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| Why do you do that. |
| Why do you
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| Texas is the only girl for me!
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| I love a good snare drum but — hold it hold it hold it
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| People people let’s go back there the snare drummer covered up the tra-la-las
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| We just do it again, smart Alec
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| Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
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| You see how lovely that turned out? |
| Now that’s a darling part
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| OK banjo… yug-dugga-dugga. |
| That’s purty. |
| That’s purty
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| Oh now I’m gonna (that's purty)
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| For my heart is full of woe
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| We’ll do the things together
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| We did so long ago
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| We’ll play the banjo gaily
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| She’ll love me like (banjo drowns out)
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| Excuse me, you ain’t any kin to the snare drummer, are you?
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| She’s the sweetest little rosebud
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| That Texas ever knew
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| Why do you do that? |
| Why do you burst out like that? |
| It irritates me
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| That irritates me. |
| That irritates me, that’s all
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| But the yellow rose of Texas
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| HOLD ON! |
| HOLD ON! |
| Hold on you smart Alec Yankee drummer you!
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| You can cover up rose, you can cover up yellow, buddy |
| But don’t you cover up TEXAS!
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| Or I’ll stick your head through that cotton-pickin snare drum
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| And secede from the band so help me Mitch Miller I will!
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| And the yellow rose of Texas will be mine forever more
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| Cut it off there. |
| The record’s over, you idiot
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| Stop it, stop it I say. |
| Just stop it, stop it
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| I’m getting out of here
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| He ruined the ending, one of the lovliest parts in the whole…
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| Piece! |