| The pills you kept beside your bed
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| Were never enough to ease your mind
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| And the men who came then always left
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| Not all of them treated you real kind
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| You tried booze and God and cigarettes
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| But nothing could keep you from crying
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| Black Rose of Texas
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| I hope you found some peace this time
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| In the honky tonks and punk rock bars
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| Sometimes it felt so good to be alive
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| Doing the two-step across the hardwood floor
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| While telling some wild boy white lies
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| But the music always had to stop
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| And you had to face the world on your own
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| Black Rose of Texas
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| I hope you found your way home
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| Black Rose of Texas
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| No one can say you didn’t try
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| Black Rose of Texas
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| I wish I could have said goodbye
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| On a train in Arizona
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| As the morning sun was burning in the east
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| A long distance phone call
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| Woke me up from my sleep
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| Then I watched the desert passing by
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| Replaying sweet and sad memories
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| Black Rose of Texas
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| Hope this time time you’re finally free
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| Black Rose of Texas
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| No one can say you didn’t try
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| Black Rose of Texas
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| I wish I could have said goodbye
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| Black Rose of Texas
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| I hope you found some peace this time
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| Black Rose of Texas
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| I just wish I could have said goodbye |