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me.
Now you can't find a George Jones classic, in a big black book of hymns.
Oh but I'm living proof that Jesus saves in a smoky place like this.
says you wasting your time cause George don't drink no more

I used to take that old broom up to my room and I played it like an old guitar
Or sit out
and pick a number
'Cause you can't be choosy when your this alone

Won't you talk to me Texas let me hear that drawl
I spent my last five dollars on this one
to Plainview
I can't wait to get to you know who
In that west Texas town
I drive through hell and half of Texas
Just to get to her by breakfast
Waiting in
Been gone, so long, I can't wait to get back home
Home to the Lone Star State, another day I just can't wait
Look out boys, I'm headed your way
I
started pumping like a kid drum bumping on a band stand
Now she's like a melody that I can't get out of my humpty-dumpty head

She's a beer drinking hell
Been gone, so long, I can't wait to get back home
Home to the Lone Star State, another day I just can't wait
Look out boys, I'm headed your way
I
Jerry Jeff Walker

Texas in October, is about as pretty as it gets
But Texas in the springtime, is even prettier yet
You miss it so much when you
Well I'll bet by the time I get to Tulsa
She'll be pullin' on them tight blue jeans
She'll go down to Cowboy's, buy herself a cold one
You, Will Be So Fun
{Talib Kweli}
Baby you?re the one!
{Norah Jones}
Soon The New Day, Breaks The Dawn

[Verse 3]
{Talib Kweli}
Steppin out, I
Yeah I'm chilling on a dirt road,
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones,
Smoke rollin' out the window,
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console
five minutes from America
But you can't get there from here

I kept up with the Jones' wherever they are
I had some real nice neighbors had me a big
All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where
Tuition is handled by some random nigga that live in Atlanta
That
All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where
Tuition is handled by some random nigga that live in Atlanta
That
All my exes live in Texas like I’m George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where
Tuition is handled by some random nigga that live in Atlanta
That
baby
Can't get enough too soon
Say Texas ain't no different'n
Goin' straight to Hell can be
Hey you must be a critic
Are you too blind to see…
It's
Well I'll bet by the time I get to Tulsa
She'll be pullin' on them tight blue jeans
She'll go down to Cowboy's, buy herself a cold one
for Texas, nigga

Bitch, I hear ya talkin'
You about that shit, then take that off
Fake ass niggas gotta lay down
Reppin' H-Town, now a nigga can't play
high (high!)
Go head, fly that thing!
High! High!
But fly alone

You always smokin' in the house
What if my mother comes over?
You can't get up and get
a number
Cause you can't be choosy when you're this alone

[Chorus:]
Won't you talk to me Texas?
Let me hear that drawl
I spent my last five dollars
Yeah I'm chillin' on a dirt road.
Layin' back  smokin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke blowin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console.
And cuts off all his hair,
When George Jones finally says 
He need's his rockin' chair,
When Dolly gets a breast reduction 
Down a size or two,
Then
with me in Atlanta, it's such a beautiful lie
You play me like a piano, I always let you get by
I know I'll go through hell girl, when you find someone
your world.
I can picture you in cowboy boots,
I can picture you a country girl.
Once you give me a try 
then you'll know why
you can't get enough.
Yeah I'm chillin' on a dirt road.
Laid back swervin' like I'm George Jones
Smoke rollin' out the window
An ice cold beer sittin' in the console.