| He was one of six on a dairy
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| Never knew his daddy so that musta been hard
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| Shipped out at eighteen, you gotta fight for what you believe in
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| Oh, he was born to hit the road
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| With that big old Texas soul
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| His heart is vast and wild, Bluebonnets in a field
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| But that man’s just like an old mule, his will is made of steel
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| And my blood runs just like his does, whiskey with a splash of holy water
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| I was born to be my father’s daughter
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| He says the grass ain’t greener on the other side
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| Bloom where you are girl, you’re one of a kind
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| Sing songs, play at bars, 'cause fame don’t come by wishing on a star
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| Well, he’s a shoulder I can cry on
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| And he shows me how to be strong
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| His heart is vast and wild, Bluebonnets in a field
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| But that man’s just like an old mule, his will is made of steel
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| And my blood runs just like his does, whiskey with a splash of holy water
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| I was born to be my father’s daughter
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| My roots run deep and rivers run free
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| If you would know him, you’d know me
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| His heart is vast and wild, Bluebonnets in a field
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| But that man’s just like an old mule, his will is made of steel
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| And my blood runs just like his does, whiskey with a splash of holy water
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| I was born to be my father’s daughter
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| To be my father’s daughter
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| Oh, my father’s daughter |