| I woke up this morning not feeling right
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| It wasn’t the beer that I drank last night
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| It’s the state I’m in
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| I just know I’m not where I’m meant to be
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| I heard a southern wind calling out to me
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| «Go back home again!»
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| Now I’m standing at the lonely end of the path I chose
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| And I can’t stop thinking about the things I miss the most
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| Might be those Saturday nights and the honky tonks and the rodeos
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| Or the way the sun sets in the hills of San Antonio
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| Might be the dust from my boots
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| The miles of fence line
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| That old Rio Grande or the wide open sky
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| But my best guess is it’s that girl in Texas
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| I spend all day packing up my truck
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| My boss forgot to wish me luck when I said «So long»
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| It’s high time I undo my mistake
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| So I’ll drive all night down that interstate
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| Till I’m all the way gone
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| I know deep down in my heart it’s what I’ve gotta do
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| And if anyone ask me what I’m most looking forward to
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| Yeah!
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| Might be those Saturday nights and the honky tonks and the rodeos
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| Or the way the sun sets in the hills of San Antonio
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| Might be the dust from my boots
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| The miles of fence line
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| That old Rio Grande or the wide open sky
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| But my best guess is it’s that girl in Texas
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| Yeah I came way to see her smile and face
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| And I couldn’t tell you why I ever left that place
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| I miss those Saturday nights and the honky tonks and the rodeos
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| And the way the sun sets in the hills of San Antonio
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| Her beautiful smile, bright blue eyes
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| Holding her close in the moonlight
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| What I miss most is that girl in Texas
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| What I love most is that girl in Texas
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| That girl in Texas |