| Flatter than a table top
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| Makes you wonder why they stopped here
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| Wagon must have lost a wheel
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| Or they lacked ambition one
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| In the great migration west
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| Separated from the rest
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| Though they might have tried their best
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| They never caught the sun
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| So they sunk some roots down in this dirt
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| To keep from blowin' off the earth
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| Built a town right here
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| When the dust had all but cleared
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| They called it Levelland
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| Levelland
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| Levelland
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| Granddad grew dry land wheat
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| Stood on his own two feet
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| His mind got incomplete
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| And they put him in a home
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| Daddy’s cotton grows so high
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| Sucks the water table dry
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| His rolling sprinklers circle by
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| Bleedin' it to the bone
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| And I won’t be here when it comes the day
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| It all dries up and blows away
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| I’d hang around just to see
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| But they never had much use for me
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| In Levelland
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| They don’t understand me
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| In Levelland
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| Well I watch those ships trails comin' out that big blue sky
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| Coast to coasters, watch 'em go
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| And I don’t blame 'em one damn bit
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| If they never look down on this
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| Ain’t much down here they’d want to know
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| Just Levelland
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| You could wash your hands
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| In nothin' but Levelland
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| Mama used to roll her hair
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| Back before the central air
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| We’d sit outside and watch the stars at night
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| She’d tell me to make a wish
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| I’d wish we both could fly
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| I don’t think she’s seen the sky
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| Since we got the satellite dishh
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| I can hear the marching band
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| Doing the best they can to play
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| 'Smoke on the Water'
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| And 'Joy to the World'
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| I payed up all my debts
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| Got some change left over yet
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| And I’m getting on a whisper jet
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| Going to fly as far as I can get
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| From Levelland
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| Done the best I can
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| In Levelland |