| Well, I loved a girl
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| She lived out in Pecos, and pretty as she could be
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| And I worked the rigs on out in Odessa
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| To give her whatever she needs
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| But that girl, she run with an oil company bum
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| 'Cause the diamond was not on her hand
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| And he left her soon 'neath the big loving moon
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| To go out and X-ray the land
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| Now I sit in my car at the New Rainbow Bar downtown
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| And the frost on the windshield shines toward the sky
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| Like a thousand tiny diamonds in the lights of loving county
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| Well, l walked in that bar and I drank myself crazy
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| Thinking about her and that man
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| When in walked a woman, looking richer than sin
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| And ten years worth of work on her hand
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| Well, I followed her home and when she was alone
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| Well, I put my gun to her head
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| And I don’t recall what happened next at all
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| But now that rich woman, she is dead
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| Now I drive down the highway
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| Ten miles from my sweet baby’s arms
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| And the moon is so bright it don’t look like night
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| And the diamond how it sparkles in the lights of loving county
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| But she opened that door and I knelt on the floor
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| And I put that ring in her hand
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| Then she said, «I do» and she’d leave with me soon
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| To the rigs out in South Alabama
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| Well, I told her to hide that ring there inside
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| And wait 'til the timing was good
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| And I drove back home and I was alone
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| 'Cause I thought that she understood
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| The next night an old friend just called me to wish us both well
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| He said, he’d seen her downtown, sashaying around
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| And her diamond how it sparkled in the lights of loving county
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| Well that sheriff, he found me out wandering
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| All around El Paso the very next day
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| You see, I’d lost my mind on that broken white line
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| Before I even reached Balmorhea
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| Well, now she’s in Fort Worth and she’s just giving birth
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| To the son of that oil company man
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| And they buried that poor old sheriff’s dead wife
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| With the ring that I stole on her hand
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| And sometimes they let me look up at that East Texas sky
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| And the rain on the pines, oh Lord, how it shines
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| Like my darling’s little diamond in the lights of loving county |