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Gonna see ya my ma and pa
And I'll tell them fancy stories
'Bout all them cities I have seen
And I'll tell them fancy stories
'Bout all them cities I have seen
Well, all the way from New York City
Down to, I said a-New Orleans
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But I won't tell 'bout the heartache
And I won't tell 'bout the pain
And I won't tell 'bout the times I had to sleep out in the rain
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Well, I'm going to El Paso to get my mojo pressed
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Then I'll pack my bags and head out for the North West
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I got a gal in Dallas
I got a gal in Yucca Flats
I got a gal in Dallas
I got a gal in Yucca Flats
Well, there's an old-time girl named Alice
With a 50 inch Cheshire cat
Well let us drink a toast to Texas
And to all the travelling men
Let us drink a toast to Texas
And to all the travelling men
Well, with that I'll say goodbye, friend
Till I pass your way again
Well, I don't know where I'm going
And I know I just don't care
But I've got to keep on ramblin' 'fore I find my self somewhere
Where the sheriff knows the number
And the people, well, they know my kind
So, I'll hit the road the way a travellin' man can unwind
Second Cousin
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Well, she's as sweet as maple sugar
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And as cool as seaside air
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She got the kind of body, oh yeah
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That make a bald man tear his hair
She got a degree in philosophy
And a voice like cherry cream
And when she calls positions
Well you know I gotta make the team
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Well she's my second cousin
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On the good old Catholic side
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And they say that loving her is out of line
Well she's my second cousin
On the good old Catholic side
I'm gonna make my second cousin my first bride
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Well that motivation's rolling and my folks have left an open door
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I'm gonna see my baby and my baby's gonna follow me home
Her mother says I'm crazy
And her father says beware
And the parson thinks that the idea stinks
But I, well I just don't care
We're gonna catch ourselves an aeroplane
And gonna take off for the sky
And we won't touch down on Earth again
Till the next Fourth of July
Well she's my second cousin
On the good old Catholic side
And they say that loving her is out of line
Well she's my second cousin
On the good old Catholic side
I'm gonna make my second cousin my first bride
And now you can't even smile
Don't laugh so loud out in the crowd
'Cause, girl, you'll only fall harder
Just wait alone for night to come
And let the sheets hide your shame
Jailbait
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Runnin' around all over town
Just get you back where you started
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Don't ask my name, it's all the same to you
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Too late, jailbait, baby what you tryin' to do?
Acting obscene, being fourteen
Just get you deep into trouble
Don't call on me, baby I won't call you
Too late, jailbait, baby what you tryin' to do?
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I said now baby, what you tryin' to do?
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Tell me that's a-what you tryin' to do, alright now
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Said baby, what you tryin' to do?
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Just tryin' to get closer to you
Guitar solo over verse chords
Runnin' around all over town
Just get you back where you started
Don't ask my name, it's all the same to you
Too late, jailbait, baby what you tryin' to do?
I said now baby, what you tryin' to do?
I said now baby, what you tryin' to do?
I said now baby, what you tryin' to do?
Just tryin' to get closer to you
I said now baby, what you tryin' to do?
I said now baby, what you tryin' to do?
I said now baby, what you tryin' to do?
Just tryin' to get closer to you
She's Falling Apart
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She's up where the sun is shining
Because she can't begin to cry
She's can dream, and the dream can make her happy
Even though she lives a lie
She's my foundation
She keeps me standing
And now she's falling apart
Walk alone, there she stands within her garden
Talking to the flowers she knows
Child of light, stranded in a world of darkness
Tell me how you'll watch them grow
She's my foundation
She keeps me standing
And now she's falling apart