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I was staring at myself in the mirrored sunglasses |
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Set on six foot five of Texas Ranger |
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He hollered turn down your radio son |
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I stuttered officer wha-what have I done? |
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You were doing better than a hundred and one |
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Why ya driving like the devil's on your tail? |
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I started pleading my case and getting no sympathy |
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I said I'm in the Feat... I'm travelin' from town to town |
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Don't you know my face |
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I'm on the radio most all the time |
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And I didn't realize I had the hammer down |
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So please don't haul me off to jail |
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When the Feats are on the box the speed just slips my mind |
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I start to sing along, tap my toe, slap the dash in time |
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The ranger laughed and said as he looked me in the eye |
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Son those Feat'll steer ya wrong sometimes |
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I was on my way to Puerto Rico on a 24 city run |
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They promised me the world that's what I got |
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'Cause Texas is a world all of its own |
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It takes a lifetime to drive from Eastland to Van Horn |
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He said didn't you hear my siren whine |
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I been chasing you since the Jim Hogg County line |
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I was thinking real hard about tenderin' my notice |
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But the bills came in and piled up to my chin |
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Paul called and said we're on our way to Rhome |
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This tour's gonna save your happy home |
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Now we're going to: |
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London, Liverpool, Italy, Paris, Egypt, Dublin, Frisco, Waco, |
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Athens, Gouldbusk, Troy, and Miami, Moody, Beaumont, Edinburgh, Lubbock |
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Pecos, Deadwood, Fife, del Rio, |
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Houston, Austin, all around Dallas |
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Texas is a world all of its own |
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'N if you let me off this time |
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From now on I'll keep in mind |
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That those Feat'll steer you wrong sometimes |
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When the Feats are on the box the speed just slips my mind |
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I start to sing along, tap my toe, slap the dash in time |
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But the ranger said to me as he handed me the fine |
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Son those Feat done steered ya wrong this time |
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Those Feat'll steer ya wrong sometimes |