| There’s a place I know where we all go,
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| A little way down the road,
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| It ain’t far from here, we like to sit and drink beer,
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| Play dominoes and tell jokes.
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| We’ve been stopping by since 49,
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| Ain’t nothing fancy, just kids and ranches and
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| Clean white shirts and jeans!
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| Lots of smiling faces, little children running around,
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| Everybody’s somebody in an old hill country town!
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| Dirt daubers humming, see the stickle burrs on your sock,
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| Sure signs you spent some time in beautiful Luckenbach!
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| Well, let me tell you now all about the town.. .
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| How it came to be.. .
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| In the 1800's they came in buggies
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| To meet and trade and buy feed.
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| They built the blacksmith’s shop, then later on They added the cotton gin.. .
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| But the old dance hall and general store’s
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| Where it all begins and ends!
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| Lots of smiling faces, little children running around
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| Everybody’s somebody in an old hill country town
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| Dirt daubers humming, see the stickle burrs on your sock
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| Sure signs you spent some time in beautiful Luckenbach!
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| Yehaw!
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| In the 50's people moved to cities, |
| Leaving it all behind
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| Luckenbach closed down for good,
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| It just fell on a harder time
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| One day Hondo, driving by,
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| Wished he had a beer
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| So he bought the place and he opened it up That’s reason we’re all here
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| Lots of smiling faces, little children running around,
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| Everybody’s somebody in an old hill country town!
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| Dirt daubers humming, see the stickle burrs on your sock,
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| Sure signs you spent some time in beautiful Luckenbach!
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| Here we go!
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| Lots of smiling faces, little children running around,
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| Everybody’s somebody in an old hill country town!
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| Dirt daubers humming, see the stickle burrs on your sock,
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| Sure signs you spent some time in beautiful Luckenbach!
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| In beautiful Luckenbach! |