| The cool Angelina runs lofty and gliding
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| The crooked Colorado runs weaving and winding
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| The Red River runs rusty, the Wichita clear
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| But Down by the Brazos, I courted my dear
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| I la lie lee lee lee give me your hand
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| I la lie lee lee lee give me your hand
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| I la lie lee lee lee give me your hand
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| There’s many a river that waters the land
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| She hugged me and she kissed me
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| And she called me her dandy
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| The Brazos is muddy
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| And sometimes quick sandy
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| She hugged me and she kissed me
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| And called me her own
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| But down by the Brazos
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| She left me alone
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| Now the girls of them rivers
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| They’re plump and they’re pretty
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| The Supine and the Sulfur
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| Have many a beauty
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| I may wander the rivers
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| And many a shore
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| But down by the Brazos
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| I’ll wander no more
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| I la lie lee lee lee give me your hand
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| I la lie lee lee lee give me your hand
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| I la lie lee lee lee give me your hand
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| There’s many a river that waters the land
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| There’s many a river that waters the land |