| Well when you’re down on your luck
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| And you ain’t got a buck
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| In London you’re a goner
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| Even London Bridge has fallen down
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| And moved to Arizona
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| Now I know why
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| And I’ll substantiate the rumor
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| That the English sense of humor
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| Is drier than the Texas sand
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| You can put up your dukes or you can bet your boots
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| But I’m leavin' just as fast as I can
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| I want to go home with the armadillo
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| Good country music from Amarillo and Abilene
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| The friendliest people and the prettiest women
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| You’ve ever seen
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| Well it’s cold over here Lord I swear
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| I wish they’d turn the heat on
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| And where in the world is that English girl
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| I promised I would meet on the third floor
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| And of the whole damn lot the only friend I got
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| Is a smoke and a cheap guitar
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| My mind keeps rollin' and my heart keeps longing
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| To be home in Texas bar
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| I want to go home with the armadillo
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| Good country music from Amarillo and Abilene
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| The friendliest people and the prettiest women
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| You’ve ever seen
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| Well I decided that I’d get my cowboy hat
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| And go down to Marble Arch Station |
| Cause when a Texas fancies he’ll take his chances
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| You know chances will be taken that’s for sure
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| And them Limey eyes they were eyin' the prize
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| Some people call manly footwear
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| And they said you’re from down south
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| And when you open your mouth
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| You always seem to put yout foot there
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| I want to go home with the armadillo
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| Good country music from Amarillo and Abilene
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| The friendliest people and the prettiest women
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| You’ve ever seen
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| I want to go home with the armadillo
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| Good country music from Amarillo and Abilene
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| The friendliest people and the prettiest women
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| You’ve ever seen |