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I've got plates for purple gas'Bout the only break I catchBut I am not the kind of manTo blame the dealer on a losing handHave a lone star in my eyeThe darker the sky, the brighter it shinesPumpjack checks and baler twineA ton of grit or maybe it's spiteAnd if I weren't a flatland boy, I'd say I have a hillA hill that I will die upon if the climb don't get me killedIf there were such heights around herefor a guy to lay his prideMaybe I'd rest before I died if I weren't a flatland boyIf I weren't a flatland boyI hammer down, hair straight backWorld blurs past, tell me, how's it thatMy horizon line's static?I guess at least it's a sure betWas taught to not throw the first fistBut if you take a hit, finish that son of a bitchIn a life having the upper hand's a mythYour only fighting chance is too stubborn to quitAnd if I weren't a flatland boy, I'd say I have a hillA hill that I will die upon if the climb don't get me killedIf there were such heights around herefor a guy to lay his prideMaybe I'd rest before I died if I weren't a flatland boyIf I weren't a flatland boyRetired rail ties, point-nine wireNeighbor kid on the fencin' pliersFargo that turns over fineAt forty below if you cuss it rightA sly thumb of rye sometimesKeep a bottle hid with the Bio-MycinYou can dull the edge, you can look aheadBut can't get there, it goes on foreverOh, it just goes on foreverYou keep your head down, it goes on foreverBut I've got plates for purple gasI've got plates for purple gas
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