| It’s the land of soul
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| Rock and Roll
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| The home of the blues
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| Pure country too
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| It’s the hallowed ground
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| All around
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| It’s full of black hippies
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| Rednecks and Mexes
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| Most of my friends stay
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| Way way down in Texas
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| In the land of musical delight
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| Funky days and starry nights
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| Way down in the central south
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| That’s still the land of Hush Yo Mouth
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| Brothers and the sisters too
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| They get down and boogaloo
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| The place is still way back to see
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| Like the end of the nineteenth century
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| But you better watch your step there son
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| The laws are still Draconians
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| Way way down
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| Down in Texas
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| Georgia’s child is goin wild
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| And don’t you think it’s so absurd
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| Let’s grab Quayle by the tail
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| Then we can give Bush the bird
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| Say it’s simple as ABC
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| Stand up for Democracy
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| Republicrats and demagogs
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| I saw Onward Thru The Fog
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| Way way down
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| Down in Texas
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| It’s the land of soul
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| Rock and Roll
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| The home of the blues
|
| Pure country too
|
| It’s the hallowed ground
|
| All around
|
| It’s full of black hippies
|
| Rednecks and Mexes
|
| Most of my friends stay
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| Down in Texas
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| Way way down
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| Down in Texas
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| We cannot afford no more
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| Of America´s so-called drug-war
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| Don´t you think it´s mighty queer
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| How they push cigarettes and beer
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| Afraid of herbs afraid of cid
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| His ego loves to hate his Id
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| It´s too complex to catalog
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| I saw Onward Thru The Fog
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| Way way down
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| Down in Texas
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| Way way down
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| Down in Texas |