Written by Matraca Berg and S. Vaughn
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The heat rises off of the highway.
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My rear-view mirror's a blur.
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You had me spinnin' in circles,
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Like the dust devils dance in the dirt.
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But I fin'lly came to my senses,
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It's time I blew out of this place,
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'Cause you'd stand in the middle of Texas,
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An' tell me you needed some space.
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You'd stand in the middle of Texas,
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Oh, in the free an' the wide open range,
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An' feel like you're hemmed in by fences,
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An' lookin' for someone to blame.
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Oh, there ain't no changin' you, darlin',
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You're too dead set in your ways.
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'Cause you'd stand in the middle of Texas,
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An' tell me you needed some space.
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Now you can breath just as deep as you want to:
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You won't have to smell my perfume.
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When you feel the need, you can call me,
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Like the lonely wolf howls at the moon.
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But this time, I won't come runnin':
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It took me a long time to face,
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That you'd stand in the middle of Texas,
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An' tell me you needed some space.
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You'd stand in the middle of Texas,
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In the free an' the wide open range,
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An' feel like you're hemmed in by fences,
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An' lookin' for someone to blame.
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Oh, there ain't no changin' you, darlin',
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Well, you're too dead set in your ways.
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'Cause you'd stand in the middle of Texas,
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An' tell me you needed some space.
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Oh, there ain't no changin' you, darlin',
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Well, you're too damned set in your ways.
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'Cause you'd stand in the middle of Texas,
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Stand In The Middle Of Texas
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| Trick Pony |
