I was staring at myself in the mirrored sunglasses
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Set on six foot five of Texas Ranger
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He hollered turn down your radio son
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I stuttered officer wha-what have I done?
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You were doing better than a hundred and one
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Why ya driving like the devil's on your tail?
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I started pleading my case and getting no sympathy
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I said I'm in the Feat... I'm travelin' from town to town
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Don't you know my face
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I'm on the radio most all the time
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And I didn't realize I had the hammer down
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So please don't haul me off to jail
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When the Feats are on the box the speed just slips my mind
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I start to sing along, tap my toe, slap the dash in time
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The ranger laughed and said as he looked me in the eye
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Son those Feat'll steer ya wrong sometimes
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I was on my way to Puerto Rico on a 24 city run
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They promised me the world that's what I got
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'Cause Texas is a world all of its own
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It takes a lifetime to drive from Eastland to Van Horn
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He said didn't you hear my siren whine
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I been chasing you since the Jim Hogg County line
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I was thinking real hard about tenderin' my notice
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But the bills came in and piled up to my chin
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Paul called and said we're on our way to Rhome
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This tour's gonna save your happy home
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Now we're going to
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London, Liverpool, Italy, Paris, Egypt, Dublin, Frisco, Waco,
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Athens, Gouldbusk, Troy, and Miami, Moody, Beaumont, Edinburgh, Lubbock
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Pecos, Deadwood, Fife, del Rio,
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Houston, Austin, all around Dallas
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Texas is a world all of its own
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'N if you let me off this time
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From now on I'll keep in mind
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That those Feat'll steer you wrong sometimes
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When the Feats are on the box the speed just slips my mind
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I start to sing along, tap my toe, slap the dash in time
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But the ranger said to me as he handed me the fine
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Son those Feat done steered ya wrong this time
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Those Feat'll steer ya wrong sometimes
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Those Feat'll Steer Ya Wrong Sometimes
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| Little Feat |
