| Those Texas Cops are mean, man, I’ll tell you how I know
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| Cause even riding clean, they’ll put you face down on the hood
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| Then they make you shuck and jive before they let you go
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| But I do not miss home, no, not home
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| They got me shaking something fierce on '59, north of Humble
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| Just trying to make Texarkana, man, to bed down on the floor
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| But what I know and they don’t know, is something I know so well
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| I won’t back down from them and I never will
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| You can take me for everything and I still wouldn’t ask for more
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| Your one good meal a day could last me about four
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| And I sleep well without conscience, passing towns I’ve passed before
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| Singing, «I do not miss home, no, not home»
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| If I got one more train to ride, boy, I’d tell you where I’d go
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| Where railroad cops wore blinders and all fences came with holes
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| And division points had cold beer flowing by beaches of white sand
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| But that won’t happen and it never can
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| But it’s alright, yeah, it’s okay
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| A bad time is better than no time any day
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| It’s alright, yeah, it’s okay
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| A bad time is better than no time any day
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| You can take me for everything and I still wouldn’t ask for more
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| Your one good meal a day could last me about four
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| And I sleep well without conscience, passing towns I’ve passed before
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| Singing, «I do not miss home, no, not home»
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| «I do not miss home, no, not home» |