Flatter than a tabletop
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Makes you wonder why they stopped here
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Wagon must have lost a wheel or they lacked ambition one
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On the great migration west
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Separated from the rest
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Though they might have tried their best
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They never caught the sun
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So they sunk some roots down in the dirt
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To keep from blowin' off the earth
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Built a town around here
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And when the dust had all but cleared
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They called it Levelland, the pride of man
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In Levelland
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Granddad grew the dry land wheat
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Stood on his own two feet
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His mind got incomplete and they put in the home
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Daddy's cotton grows so high
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Sucks the water table dry
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Rolling sprinklers circle round
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Bleedin' it to the bone
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And I won't be here when it comes a day
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It all dries up and blows away
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I'd hang around just to see
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But they never had much use for me in Levelland
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They don't understand me out in Levelland
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And I watch those jet trails carving up that big blue sky
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Coast to coasters watch 'em go
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And I never would blame 'em one damn bit
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If they never looked down on this
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Not much here they'd wanna know
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Just Levelland
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Far as you can point your hand
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Nothin' but Levelland
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Mama used to roll her hair
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Back before the central air
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We'd sit outside and watch the stars at night
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She'd tell me to make a wish
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I'd wish we both could fly
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Don't think she's seen the sky
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Since we got the satellite dish and
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I can hear the marching band
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Doin' the best they can
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They're playing "Smoke on the Water", "Joy to the World"
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I've paid off all my debts
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Got some change left over yet and I'm
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Gettin' on a whisper jet
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I'm gonna fly as far as I can get from
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Levelland, doin' the best I can
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Out in Levelland - imagine that
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Levelland
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Robert Earl Keen |