| I bought an old home in Del Rio
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| The status-quo stucco looked like the Alamo
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| Neighbor Jethro brought by his fresco
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| Lo and behold he showed where good neighbors abode
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| He offered tobacco to which I vetoed
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| I said I only smoke alone separate and solo
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| He wanted to know how I liked Del Rio
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| And if the lack of snow had made it all perfecto
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| And I replied…
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| Chorus:
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| Oh, why here it’s so-so
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| but it is no, no Colorado
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| I miss my home and the cocoa
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| I wanna go home…
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| He helped me unload my piano
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| And then I played him oh a favorite concerto
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| He yelled profundo while I played allegro
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| And then he tip-tap-toed through my accelerandos
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| Gave him a banjo and said «strum what you know»
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| Then I pretended I was Dinos my old maestro
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| He kept in tempo and I said bravo
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| He picked the dearest notes that gave me thoughts of sweet hope
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| Oh…
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| Chorus
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| After the song show I offered jam & toast
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| He said he’d forego and he left to tend his young goats
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| So I unpacked soap, found my bathrobe
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| And decided it’d be nice to sit and soak
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| On the backbone of the commode
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| I placed a family photo then let out a sad moan
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| Then a new groan of hunger followed,
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| And I bought two tacos and an H20 to go
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| Yeh there is no place no, no place quite like your home
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| Yeh there’s no place no, no place quite like your home
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| Chorus. |