| At a truck stop in San Angelo
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| I saw a billboard 'bout this rodeo
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| Last weekend out in El Paso
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| So I signed up to ride
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| I drew a bull called Original Sin
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| I heard he’d killed a couple of men
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| I figured this was somethin' I could win
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| Cause the devil was on my side
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| I was havin' myself one hell of a ride
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| But I ended up disqualified
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| That danged old bull just up and died
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| Before they blew the whistle
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| When I got them north Texas blues
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| Thought I’d paid all my dues
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| Then them south Texas blues
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| Told me son you ain’t through
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| Had them east Texas blues
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| And them west Texas too
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| I’ve done all I know to do
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| Tryin' to lose, tryin' to lose
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| These lone star blues
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| Got laid off at Brown & Root
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| Then on my way back to Cut and Shoot
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| Lost my wristwatch and my boots
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| Shootin' dice with a dude from Houston
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| Ain’t no jobs here workin' cattle
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| So I got on part time haulin' gravel
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| With some outfit from Seattle
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| Down here buildin' custom homes
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| When I got them north Texas blues
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| Thought I’d paid all my dues
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| Then them south Texas blues
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| Told me son you ain’t through
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| Had them east Texas blues
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| And them west Texas too
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| I’ve done all I know to do
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| Tryin' to lose, tryin' to lose
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| These lone star blues
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| Gassed my truck and packed my clothes
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| Turned in my key and hit the road
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| I said Cowtown’s where I’ll go
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| You never know I might get lucky
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| Got a friend there turning knobs
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| At a place called Billy Bob’s
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| He said he could get me a job there
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| Workin' as a bouncer
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| First night on the job was just insane
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| Some ol' boy got all deranged
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| Hit me in the head with a Harley chain
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| To this day my ears still ring
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| When I got them north Texas blues
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| Thought I’d paid all my dues
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| Then them south Texas blues
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| Told me son you ain’t through
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| Had them east Texas blues
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| And them west Texas too
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| I’ve done all I know to do
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| Tryin' to lose, tryin' to lose
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| These lone star blues |