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Lyle Lovett Live In Texas

Well, you hear about all these women raising about their funky, funky, funky men They've got some trifling husbands. Lord knows, they've got a lot of

from Texas That's right you're not from Texas That's right you're not from Texas But Texas wants you anyway That's right you're not from Texas That's

And I like cream in my coffee And I like to sleep late on Sunday And nobody knows me like my baby And I like eggs over easy With flour tortillas And

If you want that girl Listen son Don't you sit around and cry Because love In this world Ain't nothing you can't buy She's got Ruby lips And emerald

(Lyle Lovett and Billy Hill) Honey bring me the paper And pour me a beer And turn on the TV And sweep up over here You tell me you love me To put off

t remember How I met her Seems like she's always just been hanging here off my right arm And I can't remember How I ever Thought that I just couldn't live

(Lyle Lovett and Willis Alan Ramsey) The boys from North Dakota They drink whisky for their fun And the cowboys down in Texas They polish up their guns