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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