| I grew up in Texas
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| When I was seventeen
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| Gave my heart to a rodeo rider
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| Best lookin' thing I’ve ever seen
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| He took me far as Dallas
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| I’d never been that far before
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| He told me that he loved me
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| But he loved his freedom more
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| There’s a heartache, deep in the heart of Texas
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| There’s a yellow rose witherin' on the vine
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| There’s a heartache, deep in the heart of Texas
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| Oh, it takes more than a woman to change a cowboy’s mind
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| So I went back to Houston
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| Thinkin' he’d come home someday
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| But home is where your heart is
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| And his is always away
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| Some heartaches you get over
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| Some just grow with time
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| And it takes a place as big as Texas
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| To hold a heartache big as mine
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| There’s a heartache, deep in the heart of Texas
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| There’s a yellow rose witherin' on the vine
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| There’s a heartache, deep in the heart of Texas
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| Oh, it takes more than a woman to change a cowboy’s mind |