Under the skies of old Big D he works a nine-to-five
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Bending steel and driving nails by phone in a suit and tie
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He fights traffic in his Mercedes to put on his cowboy boots
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Then he climbs on board his pickup truck and barrels on out of the chute
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Dallas days and Fort Worth nights
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All day long he sets his sights on ice cold beer and neon lights
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From sky high beams to bucking machines he's a single man with a double life
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Dallas days and Fort Worth nights
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Yeah he's headed honky tonkin' to a place they call Cowtown
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He's gonna hit the floor hip-hoppin' just spinnin' when the sun goes down
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He'll buy a drink for a cowgirl hopin' to quench her thirst
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One that'll take him to heaven and bring him back down to earth
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Dallas days and Fort Worth nights...
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[ guitar - fiddle ]
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Dallas days and Fort Worth nights...
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All day long he sets his sights on ice cold beer and neon lights
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Dallas days and Fort Worth nights
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Oh Dallas days and Fort Worth nights
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Dallas Days And Fort Worth Nights
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| Chris LeDoux |
