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| From St. Louis to Memphis, from Texas back up to Indiana, Chi-Town, K.C., Motown, to Alabama | |
| But all my ex's live in Texas. And that's why I hang my hat in Tennessee. | |
| When that sun is high in that Texas sky, I'll be bucking at the county fair. | |
| And if you're up for a rodeo, we'll put a big Texas smile on your face | |
| Now what ya'll know bout them Texas boys, coming down in candied toys, smokin w**d and talkin noise | |
| Cruisin down 8th street, off-white Lexus, drivin so slow, bu BK is from Texas | |
| B**** I'm bout to run the South, walk away yo city in my Dallas, Texas fitted cap | |
| If you're gonna play in Texas, you gotta have a fiddle in the band | |
| Welcome to the 2 1 4, Big B, D Texas, let Mr. Sexes flex this Lexus | |
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| Rumor spreadin a-round in that Texas town, about that shack outside La Grange | |
| I wanna hold 'em like they do in Texas, please | |
| Ending up on the brink of danger. Riding shotgun for the Texas Rangers | |
| We were southbound 35, headed down the road, hit the border by the morning, let Texas fill my soul. | |
| Billy Mack is a detective down in Texas. You know he knows just exactly what the facts is. | |
| Well theycall it Texas and it's a mighty fine place to be | |
| Went through to Texas, yeah Texas, and we had some fun | |
| I been bad. I been good. Dallas, Texas. Hollywood. | |
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