And so my little brother is raising hell
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Living down in Texas
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Probably he went to jail
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From the stories that he tells us
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Of whiskey nights and rodeos
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The strippers down in Austin
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He's had himself some real good times
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And if he could just recall them
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And there's money's running low and there's a job in his future
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And it's looking like his rambling days are done
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And now's he's sizing up his choices and a job just ain't one
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He'll know which way to run
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As for you and winter it may be cold
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But that don't stop the rain
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The holes up in your roof
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Make keeping dry a losing game
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And he stairwell's always wet
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But what really matter
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Tears will dry up in your crying eyes
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Now that boy, he's coming home
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But that just ain't that good for you
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Starting in then long ago
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You know that much is true
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And dry your eyes
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And say goodbye
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Because he just ain't the one
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Decide which way to run
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As for me, the same old shit
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Is putting me on down
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I never been quite able
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To pick myself up off the ground
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Always got big plans, always never works
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And i swear they'll pay off
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If my love don't get out first
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Well here I am again
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I don't know if I'm right
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But I can tell you that I'm having fun
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Oh I give him one more shot
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Because the race, it ain't quite done
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I hit the ground and run
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Gonna to hit the ground and run
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Gonna decide which way to run
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Let's to hit the ground and run
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And my little brother's raising hell
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Living down in Texas
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That's right
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Raising Hell
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Lucero |