I wanna tell you about Texas Radio and the Big Beat
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Comes out of the Virginia swamps
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Cool and slow with plenty of precision
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With a back beat narrow and hard to master
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Some call it heavenly in it's brilliance
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Others, mean and rueful of the Western dream
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I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft
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We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping
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This is the land where the Pharaoh died
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The Negroes in the forest brightly feathered
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They are saying, "Forget the night.
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Live with us in forests of azure.
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Out here on the perimeter there are no stars
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Out here we is stoned immaculate."
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Listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the heartache
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I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the loss of God
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I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
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The meager food for souls forgot
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I'll tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul
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I'll tell you this
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No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn
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I'll tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
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Soft drivin', slow and mad, like some new language
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Now, listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the Texas
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I'll tell you 'bout the Texas Radio
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I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
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Wandering the Western dream
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Tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul
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Texas Radio And The Big Beat
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| The Doors |
