| Minds are empty, heads are hollow
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| You might find out the truth is hard to swallow
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| There’s a place down there where heads are square
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| Laws are tough, you are bare
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| There is a law and there is a lawman
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| Who is the right and who is the wrong man?
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| It doesn’t take much to kill that guy
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| Don’t get in my face and ask me why
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| Texas is the place, hang 'em high
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| Beers, steers and queers
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| Beers, steers and queers
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| Texas is full of women and willies
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| Eyes too close, filthy hillbillies
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| Who are these people, raised in barns
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| Ghouls and fools, sex on farms
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| Texas hoedown, this is the lowdown
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| You’re full of shit, destined to go down
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| Let’s go down, herd 'em up
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| If you agree, then let’s word 'em up
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| And if you don’t, then shut the fuck up
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| Beers, steers and queers
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| Beers, steers and queers
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| I’ve spent my life, go kicking shit
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| Not gonna give up, ain’t about to quit
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| Life is a bucket of gettin' rough, feeding stock
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| Get in my way? |
| I’ll knock you off
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| Beers, steers and queers
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| Beers, steers and queers
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| Beers, steers and queers
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| Beers, steers and queers
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| I’m a crazy mother in a drunken state
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| A redneck asswipe, who thinks he’s great
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| So full of shit, diarrhea for fingers
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| Everywhere I go, personality lingers
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| Say you don’t like my dialect
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| I don’t give a damn, so fuck your respect
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| If you’re looking for a reason, don’t look any further
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| Cause I’ll give it to you baby, just like your father
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| Take what you get if it does the job
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| Texas has religion, the Revolting Cocks are God!
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| Beers, steers, and queers
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| Beers, steers, and queers
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| (This is our house
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| And our house music
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| I am the creator)
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| (Cowboy…) |