(Kix Brooks/Lewis Anderson)
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It was a foggy mornin' south of San Jose
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We were sittin' in a crowded coffee shop
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With nothin' left to say
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My cup grew cold and a teardrop rolled
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Down her cheek and I brushed it away
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I remember it all just like yesterday
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And I see it now, I feel it still
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It's a day I can't forget and never will
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And I hear her voice on the winds of Abilene
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She used to call me Texas and I called her Norma Jean
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Still see her wavin' through the radiator steam
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She was stranded by the roadside on her way to bigger things
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She threw her bags in back, said she liked my hat
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Her name was Marilyn Justine
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I fell into her California dream
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And I see it now, I feel it still
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It's a day I can't forget and never will
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And I hear her voice on the winds of Abilene
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She used to call me Texas and I called her Norma Jean
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Yeah we took a lotta detours on our winding way out west
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Livin' for the moment, forgettin' all the rest
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The life that she had waitin' and the one I left behind
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And now I'm back here tryin' to sort it out
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One fence post at a time
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In that coffee shop, the road just stopped
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And we faced reality
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The place that she was goin' had no place for me
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And I see it now, I feel it still
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It's a day I can't forget and never will
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And I hear her voice on the winds of Abilene
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She used to call me Texas and I called her Norma Jean
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Yeah I called her Norma Jean
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Texas And Norma Jean
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| Brooks & Dunn |
