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[Chorus]
All my ex's live in Texas
And Texas is the place I'd dearly love to be
But all my ex's live in Texas
And that's why I hang my hat in
All my ex's live in Texas
And Texas is the place I'd dearly love to be
But all my ex's live in Texas
And that's why I hang my hat in Tennessee
[Chorus]
All my ex's live in Texas
And Texas is the place I'd dearly love to be
But all my ex's live in Texas
And that's why I hang my hat in
All my ex's live in Texas
And Texas is the place I'd dearly love to be
But all my ex's live in Texas
And that's why I hang my hat in Tennessee
sailed away

[Chorus] 

[Alan Jackson]
I could pay off my tab, pour myself 
In a cab and be back to work before two. 
At a moment like this, I can't
you, 
All the live long day. 
The Eyes of Texas are upon you, 
You can not get away. 
Do not think you can escape them 
At night or early in
I was following the rodeos in Texas
And being chased by fathers of my ex's
I was a looking for romance but it happened just like that
When I saw her
standing by the live oak tree, in our yard on Canyon Lake
And I'm driving under miles and miles of clear blue Texas skies
Some strangers in a pick-up truck,
Buffet margarita
Or an Alan Jackson hurricane?
Are you a good time, flask of moonshine
Going George Strait to my brain?
A girl can tell a lot about
Tuesday morning, 8:15
I was riding to work on the
Jackson Park Express
Seemed like any other day
Then my whole world changed
In a way I never could
And I got Jackson Cannery 
Millionaires and mill rats live side by side here
Messed up my brother's mind 
He's far from earth 
Tell me what's he worth
he climbed up on his jet
Played south Florida with Alan Jackson
That's some things that you never forget
And all that stuff it makes you feel real good
side of Texas is all new to me
Who's the blonde stranger who lives by the sea? 

I stayed up all night and for me that's the first time
Sneak in
attraction
Any ole dance will do
We like all the Jacksons
Janet, Michael, Tito, Stonewall, Jessie, Reggie, Alan too

Its hip hop and honky tonk
We can bust
the keys
And I got Jackson Cannery

Millionaires and millrats
Live side by side
Messed up my brother's mind
He's far from earth
Tell me what's he
hay in June
Sitting by the road watching well-fires burn
By an old October moon

I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads
And I
Cannery

Millionaires and mill rats live side by side here,
Messed up my brother's mind
He's far from earth
What's he worth
The same as you the same
words
Me got no style 

Welcome to my ex-girlfriend club
Help yourself to the salad bar
I'm in a corner how am I gonna do it
Don't know what else I
nobody's fool, 
She plays by the rules, 
Ah, she loves me too
She's a lady

Yea, I found a woman in Texas, who's now such a part of my life
Yea, I
By the Time I Get to Phoenix
Was the last song on your mind the day you left
You woke up in Nogales
With Tequila with her name across your chest
By the Time I Get to Phoenix
Was the last song on your mind the day you left
You woke up in Nogales
With Tequila with her name across your chest
may look tonight, you will see this wanted man

I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea,
Working for some man who may not know at all who I
Cannery

Millionaires and mill rats live side by side here,
Messed up my brother's mind
He's far from earth
What's he worth
The same as you the same
want to hide all your problems, blaze the weed
A lot of homies is dyin, boy, I gots to live
Before I go I better stock a grip for my kids
And that's