| When I die, I may not go to heaven
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| 'Cause I don’t know if they let cowboys in
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| If they don’t, just let me go to Texas
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| Texas is as close as I’ve been
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| New York couldn’t hold my attention
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| Detroit City could not sing my song
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| If tomorrow finds me busted flat in Dallas
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| Well, I won’t care, at least I’ll know I’m home
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| When I die, I may not go to heaven
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| 'Cause I don’t know if they let cowboys in
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| If they don’t, just let me go to Texas
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| Texas is as close as I’ve been
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| I’d ride through all of Hell and half of Texas
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| Just to hear Merle Haggard sing a country song
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| Beer just ain’t as cold in old Milwaukee
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| My body’s here, but my soul’s in San Antone
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| When I die, I may not go to heaven
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| 'Cause I don’t know if they let cowboys in
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| If they don’t, just let me go to Texas
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| Texas is as close as I’ve been |