Words & Music by
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Ed Bruce and Baxter Black
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- Chorus -
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Ship my body back to Texas if I die out on the trail
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I won't worry where they bury me, just put me in the mail
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Lay me down in cowtown where I'll never be alone
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Or pushin' up the rose of San Antone
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Lookin' for some greener grass, I left my lone star home
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Put my trust in wanderlust, struck out for parts unknown
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I tried California where it's sunny all the time
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But someone dug up all the gold in '49
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(Repeat Chorus)
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I headed for Alaska, where I thought I'd change my luck
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But the nights are long and cold and lunch can cost a hundred bucks
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They're shuttin' down the motor town, the lights at night aren't pretty
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And you can't walk the streets of New York City
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(Repeat Chorus)
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I spent my last ten dollars drinkin' rum down in the Keyes
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Shipped aboard a freighter and I've seen more than seven seas
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'Cause one square mile of ocean looks just like the one next to it
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If I could find my way back home, I'd do it
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(Repeat Chorus)
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Now, plant me in the parking lot outside the Astrodome
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Or pushin' up the rose of San Antone
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Ship My Body Back To Texas
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| Ed Bruce |
