| We crossed the wild Pecos
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| We forded the Nueces
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| We swum the Guadalupe
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| And we followed the Brazos
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| Red River runs rusty
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| The Wichita clear
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| But down by the Brazos
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| I courted my dear
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| Singing li, li, li, le, le, le
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| Lend me your hand
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| Li, li, li, le, le, le
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| Lend me your hand
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| Li, li, li, le, le, le
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| Lend me your hand
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| There’s many a river
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| That waters the land
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| Now the fair Angelina
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| Runs glossy and gliding
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| The crooked Colorado
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| Runs weaving and winding
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| The slow San Antonio
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| Courses and plains
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| But I never will walk
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| By the Brazos again
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| She kissed me and she hugged me
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| And she called me her dandy
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| The Trinity’s muddy
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| But the Brazos quick sandy
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| She kissed me and she hugged me
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| And she 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 Little River
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| They’re plump and they’re pretty
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| The Sabine and the Sulphur
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| Hold beauties a’many
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| The banks of the Neches
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| There are girls by the score
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| But down by the Brazos
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| I’ll wander no more |