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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeLone Star Blues
At a truck stop in st angeloSaw a bill board about this rodeoThis weekend out in el pasoSo I signed up to rideI drew a bull called “original sin”Heard he’d killed a couple of menFigured this was something I could winCause the devil was on my sideI was havin’ myself one hell of a rideBut I ended up disqualifiedThat bull just up and diedBefore they blew the whistleWith those north texas blues,Thought id paid all my duesThen those south texas blues,Told me “son, you ain’t through”Had the east texas blues and the west texas tooI’ve done all I know to do,Tryin to lose, tryin to lose,These ol’ lone star blues.Well I got laid off at brown and rootThen on my way back to cut'n'shootI lost my wrist watch and my bootsShootin’ dice with a dude from houstonWell there ain’t no jobs here workin’ cattleSo I got on the part time haulin’ gravelWith some outfit from seattle out here building custom homesWell I gassed my truck and I packed my clothesTurned in my key and I hit the roadI said “cow town’s where I’ll go,You never know, I might get lucky!”Well I got a friend there turning knobsAt a place called billy bobsSaid thought he could get me a job thereWorkin’ as a bouncerFirst night on the job was just insaneSome ol’ boy got all derangedHit me in the head with a harley chainTo this day, my ears still ring!I’ve done all I know to do,Tryin to lose, tryin to loseThese ol’ lone star blues
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