| You find pretty girls East and West
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| But the girls here in Texas are best
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| With my hand on my heart, I could set you a challenge
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| You won’t find a girl like my Alice from Dallas
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| The girls North and South of here’s fine
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| But there’s only one girl on my mind
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| Her lips are like blooms and they never speak malice
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| How I love my Alice from Dallas
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| I once loved a girl from the mountains
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| And I rushed like the flow of a fountain
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| She was sweet as a rose but as the old story goes
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| My heart would set sail when that train whistle’d blow
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| So I told her it wouldn’t work out
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| And she cried and she screamed and she shouted
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| She sure was a find but my golden chalice
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| Lay here in Alice from Dallas
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| My Alice she’s pure and she’s true
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| She does more than a woman should do
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| She takes off my boots when I’m feeling unbalanced
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| How I love my Alice from Dallas
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| She still holds my hand those these old hands are calloused
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| How I love my Alice from Dallas |