| I was born and raised in the Red Clay Hills of Texas
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| In the land where the grass gets only beer can tall
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| That’s where I learned to cuss and fight and chew Brown Mule Tobacco
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| Fix windmills 'fore I was five years old
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| I rode every head of stock from the Gulf to Kansas City
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| And running wild is all I’ve ever known
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| But this cowboy’s got a weakness for tight Levis and yellow ribbons
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| And there’s something 'bout 'em I can’t leave alone
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| Tight Levis and yellow ribbons make a cowboy swim a river
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| That before he jumps he knows is way too wide
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| And they’ll make him throw a saddle on a bronc he’s never seen
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| And one he knows he’ll never break to ride
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| I met her at a rodeo in Douglas Arizona
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| I’d drawn the rankest horse a man could draw
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| Well, I rode him tall and spurred him high and when I made the whistle
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| The crowd went wild but she was all I saw
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| That night we had a beer or two with friends of mine from Dallas
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| She smiled and said she loved the Texas drawl
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| And I felt like Roy Rogers did in all those cowboy movies
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| 'Cause I became the hero, got the money girl and all
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| Tight Levis and yellow ribbons make a cowboy swim a river
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| That before he jumps he knows is way too wide
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| And they’ll make him throw a saddle on a bronc he’s never seen
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| And one he knows he’ll never break to ride
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| Yeah, they’ll make him throw a saddle on a bronc he’s never seen
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| And one he knows he’ll never break to ride |