| Well when the wind blows down in Cisco, Texas, you know you better hunt you a
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| hole
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| But there’s always some mighty friendly faces, waitin' to greet you at the door
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| Hot country biscuits in the mornin' time. |
| «Hello Mr. Jackrabbit, Mr.
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| Mesquite Tree.»
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| I’m 29 years from Cisco, Texas, but I really haven’t gone anywhere at all
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| Come a long, long way from Rankin, Texas. |
| And the day when my daddy played
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| People would come from miles around, bring the food and just stay and stay
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| And every time I think of the days gone by, I can’t help but feel a little sad
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| 'Cause I think of all the years and miles and the tears, and I hear the voice
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| of my grandad
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| Good country pickin' goin' down every night. |
| Good clean livin' underneath the
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| starry skies
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| I’m 29 years from Rankin, Texas, but I really haven’t gone anywhere at all
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| No, I really haven’t gone anywhere at all. |
| No, I really haven’t gone anywhere
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| at all |