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september 8, 2003 attribution junkyard >> junkyard >> "texas" |
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JUNKYARD Junkyard Texas* My gal Sal's got a high-class noose She'll be out on the street when the rent is due But all she's got to stop my blooze Somebody's got a place ? man Texas chili, Texas grass, Texas moonshine I love that Texas ass! Lord, man, you know I do Texas air, Texas swing The guys ? and the women make me sing Lord, them belles down there, know what I mean Well, I'm on a highway born to roam No matter the miles I've always got a home Get back to Texas Child, yes we? do Houston girls are long and nice you only gotta ask 'em twice El Paso girls send you down to the border They make my eyes cross They make my mouth water Texas chili, Texas grass, Texas moonshine I love that Texas ass! Lord, man, you know I do Texas air, Texas swing The guys ? and the women make me sing ? know what I mean? Well I'm on a highway born to roam No matter the miles I've always got a home Get back to Texas Child, yes I do Hill Country and the Golden Coast The East Texas girls got West Texas ghosts Our panhandle grows 'em long and lean Big titties poppin' out like an Elvis? scene Jalapeno cornbread all with chicken-fried bass Mexican food that'll burn yo' ass Cream-style gravy holdin' it all together Maybe like to think you died and gone to heaven I probably seen about a million states Half a million girls, been on half a million dates Half of them long, 'bout half of them nice Texas women, man, drives me twice as bad Texas chili, Texas grass, Texas moonshine I love that Texas ass! Lord, man, you know I do Well, I'm on a highway born to roam I don't care the miles Man, I've always got a home Get back to Texas Ha! Yes I do *David sings really, really fast. Seriously. It's a miracle I could figure out the lyrics that I did! |
