| If you should change your mind
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| Please leave the key beneath the mat
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| And as for me I’m stepping
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| Out with these walls to a land that enthralls
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| A land where a man can realize his dreams
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| I took my place in a fast moving queue
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| Walked up the gangplank and winked at the crew
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| And now I’m bound for pastures new
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| Texas, down in Texas
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| Now I’m reelin' in the drunken sun
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| I jumped on the back of a Cadillac
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| I said I guess I’m a lucky son of a gun
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| You write occasionally
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| In such a perfunctory style
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| Despite myself I always
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| Smile while remembering our glorious past
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| I guess we both knew it was too good to last
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| I once wrote a song though the words didn’t scan
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| You still insisted that you were a fan
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| But you were so much younger then
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| Texas, down in Texas
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| Now I’m reelin' in the drunken sun
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| I jumped on the back of a Cadillac
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| I said I guess I’m a lucky son of a gun
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| Texas, down in Texas
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| Now I’m reelin' in the drunken sun
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| I jumped on the back of a Cadillac
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| I said I guess I’m a lucky son of a gun |