The south coast of Texas is a thin slice of life
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It' s salty and hard it it stern as a knife
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Where the wind is for blwon' up hurricanes for showin'
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The snakes how to swim and the trees how to lean
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The shrimpers and their ladies are out in the beer joints
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Drinkin' em down for they sail with the dawn
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They're bound for the Mexican Bay of Campche
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And the deck hands are singin' adios Jole Blon
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There's snowbirds in search of that sunshine and night life
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And fond of greasin' palms down the beach as they're goin'
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This livin' on the edge of the waters of the world
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Demands the dignity of whooping cranes and
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The likes of Gilbert Roland
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In the cars of my youth how I tore thru those sand dunes
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Cut up my tires on them oyster shell roads
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But nothin' is forever say the old men in the shipyards
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Turnin' trees into shrimp oats Hell I guess they ought to know
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South Coast of Texas
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| Guy Clark |
