| Sometimes I want to hug her, sometimes I want to wring her neck
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| She wants to be a big star but she can’t even sing a lick
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| She’s got an ass about thirteen axe handles wide
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| And to stay here with her would be suicide
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| So I’m leavin' Amariller, I ain’t coming back again
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| Screw you
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| You ain’t worth passing through
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| Hey, hey, you don’t route anyway
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| What more can I say?
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| I’m down at the station just trying to buy some gasoline
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| I’m leaving Amariller and I ain’t coming back again
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| You can’t buy beer here at the grocery store
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| But I won’t have to worry about that no more
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| 'Cause I’m leavin' Amariller, I ain’t coming back again
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| Screw you
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| You ain’t worth passing through
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| Hey, hey, you don’t route anyway
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| What more can I say?
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| There’s a whole bunch of cookie-cutters waiting up in Tennessee
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| They make stars everyday and one of them could be me
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| I may buy me a hat and learn to sing through my nose
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| I may even buy some sequined clothes
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| But I’m leavin' Amariller, I ain’t coming back again
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| Screw you
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| You ain’t worth passing through |
| Hey, hey, you don’t route anyway
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| What more can I say?
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| (Spoken) — I’m gonna say somethin' else…
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| Every doggone check I got from a club in Amariller bounced like a doggone
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| basketball
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| If you think I’m going back there to get them checks straightened out you got
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| another think coming
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| I ain’t ever going through Amariller again 'cause I just don’t particularly
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| like it
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| Worse than that is Lubbock
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| Lubbock’s got some good folks in it, but they all dead
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| That’s it, I’m through with Amariller
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| Aw, I might come back if I have to
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| Probably get lynched
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| They ain’t got no trees out there, though! |