| I was just fifteen and outta control
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| Lost to James Dean and rock and roll
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| I knew down deep in my country soul
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| That I had to get away
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| Hollywood was a lady in red
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| Who danced in my dreams
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| As I tossed in bed
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| I knew I’d wind up
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| In jail or dead
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| If I had to stay
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| I thought happiness
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| Was Lubbock, Texas
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| In my rear view mirror
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| My momma kept calling me home
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| But I just did not want to hear her
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| And the vision was getting clearer
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| In my dreams
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| So I laid out one night in June
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| Stoned on the glow of the Texas moon
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| Humming an old Buddy Holly tune
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| Called Peggy Sue
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| With my favorite jeans
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| And a cheap guitar
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| I ran off chasing a distant star
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| If Buddy Holly could make it that far
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| I figured I could too
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| And I thought happiness
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| Was Lubbock, Texas
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| In my rear view mirror
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| My momma kept calling me home
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| But I just did not want to hear her
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| And the vision was getting clearer
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| In my dreams
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| But the Hollywood moon didn’t
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| Smile the same old smile
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| That I’d grown up with
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| The lady in red
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| Just wanted my last dime
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| And I cried myself to sleep at night
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| Too dumb to run, too scared to fight
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| And too proud to admit it at the time
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| So I got me some gigs on Saturday nights
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| Not much more than orchestrated fights
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| I’d come home drunk and I’d try to write
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| But the words came out wrong
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| Hell bent and bound for a wasted youth
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| Too much gin and not enough vermouth
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| And no one to teach me
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| How to seek the truth
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| Before I put it into song
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| I still thought happiness
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| Was Lubbock, Texas
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| In my rear view mirror
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| My momma kept calling me home
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| But I just could not, would not hear her
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| And the vision was getting clearer
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| In my dreams
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| Well, I thank God each and every day
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| For giving me the music and words to say
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| I’d-a never made it any other way
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| He was my only friend
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| Now I sleep a little better at night
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| When I look in the mirror
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| In the morning light
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| The man I see was both wrong and right
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| He’s going home again
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| I guess happiness was Lubbock, Texas
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| In my rear view mirror
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| But now happiness is Lubbock, Texas
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| Growing nearer and dearer
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| And the vision is getting clearer
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| In my dreams
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| And I think I finally know
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| Just what it means
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| And when I die you can bury me
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| In Lubbock, Texas, in my jeans |