One more day I may forget my reason
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Some would say we bathed like a harpoon
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Followed politely south it feels like treason
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Live out my days beneath the Texas moon
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Started out a cardshark in Palm City
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Playing for another tablespoon
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Lost my fancy vest and both my kidneys
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Two red jacks and one red Texas moon
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I met a bunch of fools in Oklahoma
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Their leader was a loathsome old baboon
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He had those rascals hooked on homemade soma
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Hooked on that yeah and the Texas moon
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He knew a house that opened up in Dallas
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I'll stick it in her darkened sweetened room
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She said "I pray you can't accept that fallacy"
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"But lie down here and feel the Texas moon"
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Crying is no substitute for laughter
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I would have felt but now I'm feeling used
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I'm hell bent for the here and everafter
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Cold white fire like the Texas moon
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And I expect to find life there unpleasant
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My exit will be most inopportune
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I'm leaving while I can see this crescent
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The crescent of the ghostly Texas moon
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It can't be any hotter than this jail
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It can't be any colder than this mood
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It can't be any deader than a doornail
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Or half as live as the Texas moon
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Mother send no flowers for my passing
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Surely life is just one long lampoon
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Brother end your vigilance and your fasting
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I'm going down beneath the Texas moon
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Texas Moon
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