Gary P. Nunn
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When you¡¯re down on your luck and you ain¡¯t got a buck
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In London, you¡¯re a goner.
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Even London Bridge has fallen down
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and moved to Arizona. (Now I know why)
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Well I'll substantiate the rumor that the English sense of humor
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is drier than the Texas sands.
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Well you can put up your dukes or you can bet your boots,
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But I¡¯m be just as fast as I can.
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Chorus:
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I wanna go home with the Armadillos
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Good country music from Amarillo and Abilene
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The prettiest women and the friendliest people you¡¯ve ever seen.
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Well its cold over here and I swear
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I wish they would turn the heat on
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And where in the world is that English girl
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I promised I would meet ¡®em (the third floor)
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And of the whole darn lot the only friend I¡¯ve got
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Is a smoke and a cheap guitar (sitar or whatever)
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Well my mind keeps longing and my heart keeps hoping
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I¡¯d be home in a Texas bar.
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Chorus
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Well, I decided that I¡¯d take my cowboy hat
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And go down to the Marble Arch Station
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¡¯Cause when a Texan fancies that he'll take his chances
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Chances will be taken, and that¡¯s for sure.
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And all those Limey eyes they were eyeing these prizes
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Some people call manly footwear
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They said you're from down South and when you open your mouth
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you always seem to put your foot there.
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Chorus. Chorus
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London Homesick Blues
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| Kinky Friedman |
