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I was just fifteen and outta control |
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Lost to James Dean and rock and roll |
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I knew down deep in my country soul |
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That I had to get away |
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Hollywood was a lady in red |
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Who danced in my dreams |
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As I tossed in bed |
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I knew I'd wind up |
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In jail or dead |
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If I had to stay |
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I thought happiness |
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Was Lubbock, Texas |
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In my rear view mirror |
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My momma kept calling me home |
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But I just did not want to hear her |
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And the vision was getting clearer |
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In my dreams |
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So I laid out one night in June |
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Stoned on the glow of the Texas moon |
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Humming an old Buddy Holly tune |
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Called Peggy Sue |
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With my favorite jeans |
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And a cheap guitar |
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I ran off chasing a distant star |
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If Buddy Holly could make it that far |
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I figured I could too |
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And I thought happiness |
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Was Lubbock, Texas |
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In my rear view mirror |
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My momma kept calling me home |
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But I just did not want to hear her |
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And the vision was getting clearer |
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In my dreams |
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But the Hollywood moon didn't |
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Smile the same old smile |
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That I'd grown up with |
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The lady in red |
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Just wanted my last dime |
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And I cried myself to sleep at night |
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Too dumb to run, too scared to fight |
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And too proud to admit it at the time |
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So I got me some gigs on Saturday nights |
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Not much more than orchestrated fights |
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I'd come home drunk and I'd try to write |
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But the words came out wrong |
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Hell bent and bound for a wasted youth |
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Too much gin and not enough vermouth |
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And no one to teach me |
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How to seek the truth |
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Before I put it into song |
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I still thought happiness |
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Was Lubbock, Texas |
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In my rear view mirror |
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My momma kept calling me home |
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But I just could not, would not hear her |
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And the vision was getting clearer |
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In my dreams |
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Well, I thank God each and every day |
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For giving me the music and words to say |
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I'd-a never made it any other way |
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He was my only friend |
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Now I sleep a little better at night |
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When I look in the mirror |
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In the morning light |
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The man I see was both wrong and right |
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He's going home again |
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I guess happiness was Lubbock, Texas |
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In my rear view mirror |
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But now happiness is Lubbock, Texas |
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Growing nearer and dearer |
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And the vision is getting clearer |
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In my dreams |
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And I think I finally know |
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Just what it means |
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And when I die you can bury me |
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In Lubbock, Texas, in my jeans |
