| Leave the waves of Galveston but only if you can
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| 'Cause you’ve been hid behind the seawall, gently folded in the sand
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| Papa left you for Heaven after your Mama lost her song
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| And though your baby left you for Houston, no one stays there very long
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| There’s a graveyard by the pizza parlor, a gate that only closes
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| Snowbirds fly away like secrets no one really wants to know
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| The climbing moon’s always shining on the kind of shells you keep
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| The broken horse tied to the water tower’s running in his sleep
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| It’s too bad that you ain’t got a soft place to fall
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| It’s too bad Texas leans to the least of us all
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| And says, «If you can make the music then you can have the dance
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| If you can shoot the pistol then you can wear the pants»
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| So leave the waves of Galveston but only if you can
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| 'Cause it’s the only place the Lone Star kind have offered you a hand
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| Your baby left you nothing but a dog she left for dead
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| You never knew you were a burden 'til it hit you on the head
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| It’s too bad that you ain’t got a soft place to fall
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| It’s too bad Texas leans to the least in us all
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| And says, «If you can make the music then you can have the dance
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| If you can shoot the pistol then you can wear the pants» |