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Say if you're South of Oklahoma, east of New Mexico,
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West of Louisiana, where Papa Charles always go
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We gotta a little place called Texas where the women grow on trees
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There right there for the pickin' good buddy just as easy as a man could please
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Run take a hold
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You're gonna get young 'fore ya get old
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Those Texas ladies are Texas gold
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Kisses that are sweeter than cactus take no practice to love yeah
Now there east of Amarillo, a little south of old Dime Box
You can find a Cinderella or a genuine Goldilocks
And if ya don't like no love attachments, if your taste in women gets strange
You could probably find some things to live on, down in old La Grange
Chorus 2:
You better run tell the world
You gotta have a Lone Star girl
With her cast iron curls
Her aluminum dimples cause she's so simple to love
Now she's probably in Dallas, maybe down in old Cowtown
I've heard tell Texas women beat the others lyin' down
I just thought I might tell you in case you were unaware
'Bout those northeast Texas women with their cotton candy hair
Chorus 3:
You run dig a hole
You gonna get young before you get old
Now Texas women are Texas gold
Ahh there sweeter than cactus
Easy to love, yeah, easy to love
Easy to love, mmmmm
Chorus 4:
You run tell the world,
How you'll get Lone star girls
With their cast iron curls,
She's sweeter than cactus
And easy to love....