| What the hell am I doin' down in Kansas city?
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| I know damn well it ain’t where I belong
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| Think I’ll quit my job come 5 o’clock
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| Find my lonely way back home
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| My baby said just what are you tryin' to prove here?
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| Do you really want to leave me here alone?
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| I said I’m starin' at this ocean full of Yankees
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| I’d rather be in Texas on my own
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| So we were southbound 35, we were headed down the road
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| Hit the border, by the mornin', let Texas fill my soul
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| Yeah let Texas fill my soul
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| Come on let’s go!
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| The tears start to flow about the time that I was leavin'
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| She said «I guess you better take me along»
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| God might have made her born a little Yankee child
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| But it’s time that I made Texas my home
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| So we loaded her stuff into my pickup
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| Said goodbye to all my friends
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| Called my brother down in Austin, Texas
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| Said «I'm headed home again»
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| So we were southbound 35, we were headed down the road
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| Hit the border by the mornin', let Texas fill my soul
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| Yeah let Texas fill my soul
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| Come on let’s go!
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| She had her feet up on the dashboard
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| She was holdin' my hand and wearin' only a smile
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| She said it’s gonna be hard to start all over
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| But the feelin' I have well it makes it all worth while
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| So we were southbound 35, we were headed down the road
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| Hit the border by the mornin', let Texas fill my soul
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| Yeah let Texas fill my soul
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| Come on let’s go! |