| Oh, Mister fiddling man, please strike up the band
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| And play that Texas playboy rag
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| There ain’t no rhythm aroun' that rides right on down
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| Like that Texas Playboy Rag
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| So carry me back to Texas
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| Where waves the Lone Star flag
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| Carry me back to Texas
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| With that Texas playboy rag
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| I see that old Alamo and blue bonnets grow
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| When I hear that tune you see?
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| And memories start to roam of my Texas home
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| When I hear that melody
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| So carry me back to Texas
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| Where waves the Lone Star flag
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| Carry me back to Texas
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| With that Texas playboy rag
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| Oh, mister fiddling man, now you understand
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| Why I love this melody?
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| To me it’s more than a song
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| It takes me along back to where I long to be
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| So carry me back to Texas
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| Where waves the Lone Star flag
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| Carry me back to Texas
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| With that Texas playboy rag |