| I was born in the dust bowl,
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| A land of twister and tumbleweeds
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| You can drive for forty miles and never see a single tree
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| Eighty days with no rain in sight
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| You can smell the feed lot if the wind s just right
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| If you wanna know who I am
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| Just look where I’m from
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| I’m just a panhandle poorboy
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| Forth generation born and bred
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| That old West Texas dust is in my blood
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| It’s where they’ll lay me when I’m dead
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| It’s just a rough and rugged land but it made me who I am
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| No matter where this life takes me
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| I know I’ll always be just a panhandle poorboy
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| It’s always boom or bust, either drought or flood
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| One day your choking on dust
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| The next day your knee deep in mud
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| Barb wire and windmills reign
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| Around here they’re still the king
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| Somethings never change
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| Including me
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| I’m just a panhandle poorboy
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| Forth generation born and bred
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| That old West Texas dust is in my blood
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| It’s where they’ll lay me when I’m dead
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| It’s just a rough and rugged land but it made me who I am
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| No matter where this life takes me
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| I know I’ll always be just a panhandle poorboy
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| I’m just a panhandle poorboy
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| Forth generation born and bred
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| That old West Texas dust is in my blood
|
| It’s where they’ll lay me when I’m dead
|
| It’s just a rough and rugged land but it made me who I am
|
| No matter where this life takes me
|
| I know I’ll always be just a panhandle poorboy
|
| I’m just a panhandle poorboy
|
| Forth generation born and bred
|
| That old West Texas dust is in my blood
|
| It’s where they’ll lay me when I’m dead
|
| It’s just a rough and rugged land but it made me who I am
|
| No matter where this life takes me
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| I know I’ll always be just a panhandle poorboy
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| A panhandle poorboy |