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This world is full of man-made wonders, Texas didn't come that way
No, Texas came out beautiful, why not keep her that way?

I've been out here working
pierced by a spring
Doomed by destiny stabbed"

I warned you all 
"Under the oak lightning strikes in Cienne"
Long centuries grabbed"

I'll become
daughter come home one afternoon and didn't even stop to play
And she said mom I got a note here from the Harper Valley PTA

Well the note said Mrs
Down in the scrub oak country
To the southeast Texas Gulf
There used to ride a brakeman,
A brakeman double tough.
He worked the town of Kilgore,
so wide
It's you must come to my chamber there and lie down by my side"
So he wrapped his fiddle in a cloth of green and he stole out on his
bare hands dug a grave 
Fell down across the fresh mound 
He was too drunk to pray 

On a hillside in the meadows 
By the old copse ring of oaks
like are E M 
Created in His own image so are we him? 
And through all this crises 
Shid(Shit) I wonder where Christ is 
Well he damn sure not in K
and again, gonna rip you off 

Told you're depressed so of course you see the psychiatrist
Right when you hit your neuroses' roots he confuses you
He fucks
she'll roll over in a solid gold casket
When I was young Muhammad Ali had me sprung
Cause he was the champion, as the champion he was my idol
Yo, they took
by again

Picture of my face
On the window pane
Is it tears I see or is it rain?

Yeah, I remember how we talked before we said goodbye
Too young
luck, but I wasn't superstitious
Till one day I grew suspicious,
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid
luck, but I wasn't superstitious
Till one day I grew suspicious,
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid
wonder
No one dares to break the trance
Every wish is carefully numbered
And god has granted all a second chance
This day

And all at once
the same
Where I come from, we call it "rock cocaine"
Where you come from, you might call it "crack"
But wherever he went, you see he never came back
I
The pirate anchored on a Wednesday
And why he came to port I wonder
To see a lady so my friends say
She dances for the sailors
In a smoky cabaret
The pirate anchored on a Wednesday
And why he came to port I wonder
To see a lady so my friends say
She dances for the sailors
In a smoky cabaret
that we came
To this poor provincial town
Good morning, Belle
Good morning, monsieur Jean
Have you lost something again?

Well, I believe I have
And it was me and that old hobo till you showed up again
Then he ran out of liquor and I've run out of time
I'm standing by the ocean, but you're still
folks 

They only come around when they want a motherfucking vote 

And ain't no sense in you going to city hall catching fevers 

You stand
crews
They used to be meet here by the dozens
They disappeared in ones and twos
Got them goin' nowhere blues
So you wonder why they come here
They
the coupe
Oak wood in interior, suede on the roof
Now shoot back, now shoot back

Ah man, Hell Rell, he on the same bullshit again
Same black hoodie, ya same
he can work it out 
And then I come through 
I'll lift my hands and shout 

Put your hand in the hand of the man that stilled the water 
Put your
for your friend
The one you let hit it and never called you again
Remember when he told you he was about the Benjamins?
You act like you ain't here him,
that we came
To this poor provincial town
Good morning, Belle
Good morning, monsieur Jean
Have you lost something again?

Well, I believe I have
that we came
To this poor provincial town
Good morning, Belle
Good morning, monsieur Jean
Have you lost something again?

Well, I believe I have