| What the hell am I doing down in Kansas City
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| I know damn well it ain’t where I belong, no, no
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| I think I’ll quit my job come five o’clock
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| Find my lonely way back home
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| When my baby said, «Just what are you tryin' to prove here
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| Do you really want to leave me here alone?»
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| I said, «I'm starin' at this ocean full of Yankee
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| And I’d rather be in Texas on my own»
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| Ya, now, we were southbound 35
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| We’ve been headin' down the road
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| Hit the border by the mornin'
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| Let Texas fill my soul, let Texas fill my soul
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| Come on, let’s go
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| When the tears start to flow about the time that I was leavin'
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| She said, «I guess you better take me along
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| 'Cause God might have made her born
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| A little Yankee "
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| I said, «It's time that I made to Texas now my home»
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| So we loaded her stuff on down into my pickup, truck
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| Said good bye to all my friends
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| Called my brother Dave livin' down in Austin, Texas
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| Said, «I'm headed home again»
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| Ya, now, we were southbound 35
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| We’ve been headin' down the road
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| Hit the border by the mornin'
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| So let Texas fill my soul and let Texas fill my soul
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| She had her feet up on the dashboard
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| She was holdin' my hand and wearin' only a smile
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| She said it’s gonna be hard to start all over
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| But the feelin' I have will makes it all worth while
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| Oh ya, now, we were southbound 35
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| Headin' down the road
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| Hit the border by the mornin'
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| Let Texas fill my soul and let Texas fill my soul
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| Let Texas fill my soul, I got Texas in my soul |