| It’s a single star wavin', so proud and tall
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| It’s the smell of gun powder on the Alamo walls
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| A red Corpus sunset, hill country bluebonnets
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| Brisket at Cooper’s, Joe T’s enchiladas
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| It’s floatin' the Frío, cold beer in hand
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| It’s a couple two steppin to a twin fiddle band
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| It’s a Saturday rodeo, Friday night lights
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| The prettiest girls you ever seen in your life
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| For those who
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| The mud on the Brazos and Red Rivers run through our blood
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| Let the world know
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| We’ll fight to the death, for the land and the people we love
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| Gather around friends
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| It’s time for a toast, let us raise up a cold one together
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| To Texas forever
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| From the pines to the mountains
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| The coast to the Plains
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| There’s a pride down inside us, that’s hard to explain
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| If ever you were one, then always you’ll be
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| You may wander this world, but your heart never leaves
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| All these cowboys still saddle their horses to ride
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| Out here there’s just some things that won’t ever die
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| Like a ghost in the alley of some 6th St bar
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| You can still hear the ringin' of Stevie’s guitar
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| For those who
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| The mud on the Brazos and Red Rivers run through our blood
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| Let the world know
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| We’ll fight to the death for the land and the people we love
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| Gather around friends
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| It’s time for a toast, let us raise up a cold one together
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| To Texas forever
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| Gather around friends
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| It’s time for a toast, let us raise up a cold one together
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| To Texas forever
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| Texas forever |