Pat Green - Songs About Texas (live At Billy Bob's) guitar chord

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I sing songs about Texas, I sing them often as if she W

were some old lover, I used to know,

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wish I could follow them back to the homeland every time E A A D

I hear one on my radio. Twin fiddles playing in my

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memory, my daddy sang the wonders

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of old cow town, silver haired and he's still there

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under a sky so warm and fair,

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I tell you friends there's a song in every town.

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So sing me one more song about old San Antone,

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it seems like a dream now it was so long ago,

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Jerry Jeff Walker can be just ike a cold front on the E

coast

well I'm going home.

Well it's nothing short of the gospel hymns, I guess that's why folks keep

writing 'em when I die, I want to go there too, some day I hope to walk along

heaven's street, and I'll still be looking for my taco meat and I swear I hear

a steel guitar rising in the air.

So sing me one more song about old San Antone, it seems like a dream now it was

so long ago, and old Guy Clark he can be just ike a cold front on the coast

well I'm going home.

When the night is real real still, swear I could hear a whippoorwill, she knows

there's music in the dirt down there, hill country rain is a cleansing thing

and all I have to see one, sitting in a shallow creek got nothing to do.

So sing me one more song about old San Antone, it seems like a dream now it was

so long ago, and Jerry Jeff Walker can be just ike a cold front on the coast

well I'm going home.

So sing me one more song about those dusty plains, them honky tonk angels, and

their lonely beehive pain, wish I was stowed away on some fast moving train

going home, yeah I'm going home.