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♪ South of Oklahoma, east of New Mexico, west of Louisiana, where all them Cajuns go.
Got a little place called Texas, where the women grow on trees.
Right there for the pickin', just as easy as it please.
You better run, take a hold, you're gonna get young before you get old.
Texas women is Texas gold, kisses sweeter than cactus.
Ah, yeah.
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♪ North of Amarillo, east of old Dimebox, you can find your Cinderella or a genuine Goldilocks.
And if you don't like love attachments or your taste in women is strange,
go and spend your money, boy, out in old LaGrange.
You better run, tell the world, you wanna get a lone star girl
with a cast-iron girl and her aluminum downfall.
And it's so simple.
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♪ North of Waxahatchee, out by the old Cowtown, them Dallas women standin' up beat the others lyin' down.
God bless the Trinity River and any man who is unaware of them northeast Texas women and their cotton-candied hair.
You better run, take a hold, you're gonna get young before you get old.
Them Texas women is Texas gold.
Kisses sweeter than cactus.
They don't ever practice.
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