| What you get is what you see
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| With a small town home grown boy like me
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| My father’s father’s blood runs deep as his dreams that I still hold dear
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| And hard days work- yeah, it gives me pride
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| And my words are the fuel for the fire inside
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| Of the heart that she outgrew like this town here
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| Well, if you see my girl in austin
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| Tell her I miss what we lost when
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| She walked out the door to return no more
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| To the life that she belongs
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| And if she’s there in amarillo
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| 'bout that note beneath my pillow¡
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| Why’d I have to read what I could not see about my ways that rubbed her wrong
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| When she was goin', goin', gone?
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| A heartland girl with uptown eyes
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| My old fashioned views missed her disguise
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| I’d have never guessed she’d have pawned our love for a pair of walking shoes
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| Well, I hope those big plans all work out
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| And she makes her name- but I have no doubt
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| She’ll one day see what it’s all about
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| Is this life she swore to lose
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| Well, if you see my girl in austin
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| Tell her I miss what we lost when
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| She walked out the door to return no more
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| To the life that she belongs
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| And if she’s there in amarillo
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| 'bout that note beneath my pillow¡
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| Why’d I have to read what I could not see about my ways that rubbed her wrong
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| When she was goin', goin', gone? |