| Elijah came to texas
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| To build his family a home
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| With his wife and new baby
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| And what little goods that they owned
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| Had a good yoke of oxen
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| And hand tools for clearing the land
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| And he built him a church
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| 'cause he was a God fearin' man
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| All of his children when there
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| Worshiped here through the years
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| On down to my granddad
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| He’s buried 'bout 40 yards from here
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| It’s where I was baptized
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| And where I took me a wife
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| And if I have my say so
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| That’s where I’ll rest when it’s time
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| When I’m dead and I’m gone
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| Won’t you carry me home
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| To that little white church
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| In my daddy’s home town
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| 'cause lord knows I’m some kind of sinner
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| But I’ve done come this far
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| And it’s too late for changin'
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| When this race has been run
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| Take me back where I came from
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| And let me return what I took from the ground
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| When this body won’t carry me no further
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| Take me back
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| And lay me down
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| This east texas red dirt
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| Won’t grow much of nothin' they say
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| 'cept tomatoes and peaches
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| They mostly drill for oil nowadays
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| And a hired hand named regan
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| First made me understand
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| And he told me the red was the blood of my kin in the land |