| If you’re ever down in Texas look me up
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| Look us up!
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| If you’re ever down in Texas look me up
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| Drop around!
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| Where the men are men and love it,
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| And the girls are sure glad of it,
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| If you’re ever down in Texas look me up
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| Everybody’s gonna holler, Howdy doody!
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| Howdy doody!
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| Everybody there’s gonna ask, how are you?
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| How ya all?
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| We raise corn for hot tamalies,
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| And grow dollies for the follies,
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| If you’re ever down in Texas look me up
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| Ask anyone there for Rusty,
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| Everyone there knows me,
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| They’ll tell you where I’m ridin' for,
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| If you’re ever down in Texas look me up
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| Come on down!
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| We’ve got everything in Texas lookin' up
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| Lookin' fine!
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| Am I right or Am-I-rilla?
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| Man, this state’s a killa dilla
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| If you’re ever down in Texas look me up
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| My little partner Dusty,
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| Always rides the range with me,
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| His smile is as homey,
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| As a Texas melodee
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| If you’re ever down in Texas look me up
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| Hiya All!
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| We’ve got everything in Texas lookin' up
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| Oh ya!
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| Bronco Bustin' takes some practice,
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| Or you’ll end up on a cactus,
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| If you’re ever down in Texas look me up |