| I’ve been on the road most all of my life
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| Traveled from coast to coast
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| In search of some pleasures and treasures and things
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| Whatever pleased me the most.
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| Like bandanas and blue jeans and old cowboy clothes
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| That bring back an old country song
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| About rough rides and red eyes and old broken bones
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| And railroad tracks running back home.
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| Put me on a train back to Texas
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| I’ve been where the highwaymen roam
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| Put me on a train back to Texas
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| Wake me up when we reach San Antone.
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| Wake me up when we reach San Antone.
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| Mamma says home’s where the heart is
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| Like Bob Wills said in a poem
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| My heart is there in the middle of Texas
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| Beside the old Alamo.
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| Like my broken in saddle and old leather boots
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| I’m worn but I’m still going strong
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| Cowboys can tell when the season is changing
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| And I think it’s time to move on.
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| Put me on a train back to Texas
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| I’ve been where the highwaymen roam
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| Put me on a train back to Texas
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| Wake me up when we reach San Antone.
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| Wake me up when we reach San Antone… |