Lyrics:
Look, can you see things, when they show you
What they want you to know
Watch what you don't see, on the TV
When they hide the truth
Feel, how
story you ever knew
The private life of Bill and Sue
From California to Mexico
Everybody's just gotta know
Dallas Texas to Monterrey
Wasting time
Nothing like this way out in west Texas
Galveston Bay is a whole other world
My wife's in her room getting over her sunburn
How would Louis Lamore
command
And brought his family to the promised land
Seabrook Texas and the small towns
In the Gulf of Mexico
It was delta country and reminded him
We were kids
In the valley
Harlingen
Was our city
In the land
Where
If you don't live here you'll never stay
Now I sit
On my way
To another place
me
If he's dumb with a gun as he is with his tongue
when he's shootin off on TV
Gone to Texas baby
Gone to Texas tonight
Gone to Texas baby
All
Warm winds blowing
Heating blue sky
And a road that goes forever
Been thinking 'bout it lately
Been watching some TV
Been looking all around
Warm winds blowing
Heating blue sky
And a road that goes forever
Been thinking 'bout it lately
Been watching some TV
Been looking all around
It's been a long time
Since I saw you
You're always on my mind
Even though I never call you
But this Christmas
I'm coming
Back to Texas
Where it all
check and fold 'em
I like five card stud,
But it's mostly Texas hold 'em
Music's playing up and down the block
Mostly Christian, blues, country, folk
It was another day
A perfect Texas afternoon
A mother and two children play
The way they always do
As they raced home from the mailbox
see that he wasn't a large man
I could tell that he wasn't too tall
I judged him to be 'bout five-foot three
And his voice was a soft Texas drawl
mouth but now you can't even talk
See I'm a Gangsta Mexicano putting it down for South Texas
Straight out of Harlingen where we living reckless
I'm
Stuck here at a Holiday Inn near Austin, Texas
Seen all the road that I want to see
God I hate the snow, they even cancelled the show
Makes me
Tsunami in my durag with taper
Bitch Im from Texas
We breed dirty south gangstas
Im drapped up
Dripped Out
Froze Up
Cripped out
He call the plays
I
to Texas
And they bought some land yeah
And they settled in a hobo
Home by a taco stand
He was doin' things he didn't understand
There was no way
transition to democracy
Only his death can lead to freedom
That's why they shot Ceaușescu on TV
Texas Psychedelic
You know that I been thinking of you
Texas
They're tuning those twin Texas fiddles,
It will soon be "hold me" time,
I'm in such an easy mood,
It's close to 4/4 time.
All alone at a table for
national holiday
If the South woulda won, we woulda had it made
I'd make my Supreme Court down in Texas
And we wouldn't have no killers getting off free
country
She like Johnny
She like money
Lady's got class
Texas
Ooh yeah
Mud slide
She like business
On the tv phone
She like wisdom
And eau de cologne
She
Turned off the TV
His beautiful broken hero on the couch
Passed out asleep
And he put 'em to bed
With tears in his eyes
He said dad I love you,
Last year we went to London and Paris, Texas
We went on a bus tour, the great Texas honky tonk tour
Here are some snapshots about life
drunk
Living in the fast lane you're a
Bird up on a wire
Giving all the boys a taste
O' sweet Texas fire
Soon you split for beauty school
Manicures
know what that means?
Out on that Texas sidewalk
Through the hotel mezzanine
There walked a see-through' hooker
To a suite with two TVs.
But by
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