Texas Love Song

(Bb) (Am) (Gm7) (C7) (F) (Bb) (F) 
[acoustic guitar intro] 
 
(Bb) (Am) (Gm7) (C7) (F) (Bb) (F) 
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I heard from a friend you‘d been messing around with a 
 
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cute little thing I‘d been dating uptown. Well, 
 
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I don‘t know if I like that idea much. Well, you 
 
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better stay clear, I might start acting rough. You 
 
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out of town guys sure think you‘re real keen. Think 
 
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all of us boys are homespun and green. But that‘s 
 
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wrong my friend, so get this through your head. We‘re 
 
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tough and we‘re Texan with necks good & red. So it‘s 
 
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Ki yi, yippie yi yi, You long hairs are sure gonna die 
 
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Our American home was clean till you came and 
 
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kids still respected the president‘s name.... And the 
 
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eagle still flew in the sky, hearts filled with national pride. Then 
 
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you came along with your drug-crazed songs.... God 
 
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××× It! You‘re all gonna die. 
 
(Bb) (Am) (Gm7) (C7) (F) (Bb) (F) 
[interlude] 
 
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How dare you sit there and drink all our beer. Oh, it‘s 
 
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made for our workers who sweat, spit and swear. The 
 
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minds of our daughters are poisoned by you, with your 
 
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communistic politics and them Negro blues. Well, I‘m 
 
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gonna quit talking and take action now. Run 
 
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all of you fairies far [clean] out of this town. Oh, I‘m 
 
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dog tired of watching you mess up our lives. 
 
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Spending the summertime naturally high. Well, it‘s 
 
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Ki yi, yippie yi yi You long hairs are sure gonna die. 
 
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Our American home was clean till you came. And 
 
(Bb) (C) (F) (Bb) (F) 
kids still respected the president‘s name... And the 
 
(Dm) (C) (Bb) 
eagle still flew in the sky, hearts filled with national pride. 
 
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Then you came along with your drug-crazed songs. God 
 
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××× It! You‘re all gonna die God 
 
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××× It! You‘re all gonna die. God 
 
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××× It! You‘re all gonna die. 
 
(Bb) (Am) (Gm7) (C7) (F) (Bb) (F) 
[outro]