Pat Green – Songs About Texas (Guitar)

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I sing songs about Texas

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  Sing them often as if she were some old lover I used to know

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  Wish I could follow them back to the homeland every time, I hear one on my radio.

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I got twin fiddles playing in my memory

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My daddy sang the wonders of old cow town

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  Silver haired and he's still there 

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Under a sky so warm and fair I tell you friends there's a song in every town.

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So sing me one more song 

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About old San Antone, 

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  Seems like a dream now it was so long ago,

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  Jerry Jeff Walker can be just like a coat from the cold,

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Well I'ma going home

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Well it's Nothing short of the gospel hymns, 

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  I guess that's why folks keep writing 'um when I die, I want to go there too

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some day I hope to walk along heavens street and I'll still be looking for my taco meat 

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And I swear I hear a steel guitar just rising in the air.

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I said sing me one more song

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About old San Antone,

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  Seems like a dream now it was so long ago,

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  Ol' Guy Clark he can be just like a coat from the cold,

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Well I'ma going home

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When the night is real real still, 

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  Swear I can hear a whippoorwill

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  She knows there's music in the dirt down there

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  Hill country rain, is a cleansing thing

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And all I have to do is see one sitting in a shallow creek

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I got nothing to do

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I said sing me one more song 

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About old San Antone,

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  Seems like a dream now it was so long ago,

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  Jerry Jeff Walker can be just like a coat from the cold, 

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So sing me one more song about those dusty plains,

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  Them honky tonk angels, and their lonely bee hive pain, 

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  Wish I stowed away on some fast moving train going home, 

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I'ma going home.