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If you're gonna play in Texas,
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You gotta have a fiddle in the band.
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That lead guitar is hot,
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but not for "Lousiana Man".
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So rosin up that bow for "Faded Love"
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and let's all dance.
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If you're gonna play in Texas,
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You gotta have a fiddle in the band.
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I remember down in Houston
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we were puttin' on a show
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When a cowboy in the back stood up and yelled,
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"Cotton-Eyed Joe"!
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He said, "We love what you're doin'.
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Boys don't get us wrong,
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There's just somethin' missin' in your song.
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Chorus
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So we dusted off our boots and put our cowboy hats on straight.
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Them Texans raised the roof when Jeff opened up his case.
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You say y'all all wanna two-step. You say ya wanna doe-si-doe.
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Well, here's a fiddlin' song before we go.
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Chorus
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repeat and fade
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If you're gonna play in Texas
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