Intro:  (As played  at  Billy Bob's  4-30-99)

Mamma raised a Christian boy
Children of the Son
Daddy was A son of A B***H
And I'm a hard hittin' son of a gun

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What the hell am I doing down in Kansas City,
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I know damn well it ain't where I belong,
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think I'll quit my job come 5 o'clock,
  C         G          D
find my lonely way back home,
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My baby said just what are you trying to prove here,
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do you really want to leave me here alone,
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I said I'm staring at this ocean full of Yankees,
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and I'd rather be in Texas on my own.

Chorus
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So we were southbound 35, we were headed down the road,
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hit the border by the morning, let Texas fill my soul,
          F   C      D
yeah let Texas fill my soul.

The tears start to flow about the time that I was leaving,
she said I guess you better take me along,
God might have made me born a Yankee,
but it's time that I made Texas my home,
So we loaded her stuff into my pickup,
said good-bye to all my friends,
called my brother down in Austin,
said I'm headed home again.

Chorus
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She had her feet up on the dashboard,
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she was holding my hand and wearing only a smile,
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she said it's gonna be hard to start all over,
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but the feeling I have will make it all worth while.