| The crickets are singing the blue gills are biting
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| The fireflies are flashing with all of their might
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| Just forty-odd mile from the Rio Palm Isle
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| The whole gangs gone fishing on a full moonlit night
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| We get high on the lake and we float down the river
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| Get off on the back roads, get lost in the woods
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| Very deep in the heart of Uncertain Texas
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| I’ve tried hard to leave here but never did could
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| Tomorrow we’re having the world’s largest fish fry
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| Eat catfish and crappie till they come out our ears
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| Have it made in the shade of a sleepy pine thicket
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| Get covered up in chiggers and drink ten tubs of beer
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| We get high on the lake and we float down the river
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| Get off on the back roads, get lost in the woods
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| Very deep in the heart of Uncertain Texas
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| I’ve tried hard to leave here but never did could
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| Give me a guitar and a long legged girl
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| A dime bag of dirt weed and a six pack of pearl
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| You take 59 Highway cross the Cass county line
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| That’s where you’ll find me way back in the pines
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| We get high on the lake and we float down the river
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| Get off on the back roads, get lost in the woods
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| Very deep in the heart of Uncertain Texas
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| I’ve tried hard to leave here but never did could |