Leave the waves of Galveston but only if you can
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Cause you’ve been hit behind the seawall, gently folded in the sand
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Papa left you for Heaven after your Mama lost her song
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And though your baby left you for Houston, no one stays there very long
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There’s a graveyard by the pizza parlor, a gate that only closes
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Snowbirds fly away like secrets sn one really wants to know
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The climbing moon’s always shining on the kind of shells you keep
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The broken horse tied to the water tower’s running in his sleep
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It’s too bad that you ain’t got a soft place to fall
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It’s too bad Texas leans to the least of us all
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And says, “If you can make the music then you can have the dance
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If you can shoot the pistol then you can wear the pants”
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So leave the waves of Galveston but only if you can
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Cause it’s the only place the Lone Star kind have offered you a hand
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Your baby left you nothing and a dog was left for dead
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You never knew you were a burden til it hit you on the head
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It’s too bad that you ain’t got a soft place to fall
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It’s too bad Texas leans on the least in us all
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And says, “If you can make the music then you can have the dance
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If you can shoot the pistol then you can wear the pants”
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The Waves Of Galveston
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