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If you're gonna play in Texas,
You gotta have a fiddle in the band.
That lead guitar is hot,
But not for "Louisiana man".
So rosin up that bow
If you're gonna play in Texas,
You gotta have a fiddle in the band.
That lead guitar is hot,
But not for "Louisianan man".
So rosin up that bow
Well my momma met my daddy down in Alabama
They tied the knot so here I am
Born on the bayou on the Texas Line
Loved Louisiana and raised
to ninety-nine
Even if you show up by yourself
You don't have to be alone
'Cause when they play that swing it only means one thing
You're gonna boogie till
and the crowd gets loud,
I’m gonna let her go
And if it feels right, I’ll stay all night
If you’re not ready to go, if no one’s ready to go

I’ll play one more
turn her on
Cause Mister you can bet if you don't know the steps
Then you're gonna get left at home
You've got to get off the couch...

[Guitar -
be long
You're gonna have to play it cool
You get fascinated by her
She could set the place on fire

Run and get the fire brigade
Get the fire
be long
You're gonna have to play it cool
You get fascinated by her
She could set the place on fire

Run and get the fire brigade
Get the fire
this bad since Conway had him a perm
And you'd think by now them sorry sons a? bitches have learned
A bunch of soft-rock wanna be, hell they can't even
of taps played
By the one man band,
You knew this is where you'd have to make
Your last stand.


Well, so it was late last night,
She left on the final
on the stage
Ah, you've seen me in the papers
I've been in the magazines
But if I go cold I won't get sold
I'll get put in the back in the discount rack
be long
You're gonna have to play it cool
You get fascinated by her
She could set the place on fire

Run and get the fire brigade
Get the fire
to write it
They were the best years of my life
It was a beautiful song
But it ran too long
If you're gonna have a hit
You gotta make it fit
So they cut it
final years of dues
The voice in his throat was like a bullfrog croak
Yes it's he who invented the blues.

"To play the blues, boy, you got to live
where we stand by popular demand
Let's have a hand for the 4 man band
Other MC's in the dust trailin
We got quick on the horns just wailin around
So if
old pickup truck
Shotgun seat, there's the one you love and you're kissin' on

Get those white sails sailing down in Mexico
Its just a whiskey glass if
bur-urned
No-o, no, don't play with me girl, you're playin' with fire

Ooh I know you've got some diamonds
And you will have some others
But you better
of Marlboro reds.
Got this stash here in my pocket. Got these thoughts in my own head.
I'm gonna run until I have to walk, until I have to crawl.
Got this
doing what you're doing 
People grooving with the music 
You've got to roll with the funk 

Roll with your funk (if you're gonna have a good time)
latest record spin on the radio 
It took me years to write it, they were the best years of my life 
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If you're gonna have a hit you gotta make
said, "Son, don't get offended by what I'm about to say
I can see you have a passion
For the songs you write and play
But you lack what we all call
still be flat

Nothin' ventured, nothin' gained
Sometimes you've got to go against the grain
Well, I have been accused
Of makin' my own rules
There must
look me in the eye
And tell me when you're gonna get satisfied
I'm gonna spell it out right in front of you
This is what you have to do 
Get ready
Homeboy was ass out
To sum it up, you gotta be able to teach
Something positive if you're gonna fight for free speech
Comin from the 2 that's never fessin
This is the thirteenth day of waiting, the second long weekend
These liberties you've taken, have got to end
This distance you've been keeping,