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Life In Texas


I was born in a small town in Northern Texas

Raised up on southern catholic morals

In a front row pew for the Sunday roll call

Now everybody praise the lord

I grew up learned how to hunt and fish

Bust a 12 gauge pump and not miss

A life without work that’s just a myth

Never listen when they talking shit

My dad taught me how to stand my ground

Be like a man and never back down

Don’t start up something

But if he’s talking trash

You better throw the first punch

And whip his ass

Now be somebody

Make a name for yourself

Life is hard

You’re in a living hell

There comes a time

When you gotta slow down

That’s what we doing in here right now

 
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