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Buck Owens - Black Texas Dirt lyrics
Mama and papa spent the very best years Of their life on the west Texas farm Tryin' to scratch a livin' from the black land dirt That traded them only with storm. From way before sunup to way up to sundown Papa walked behind that ol' mule Until the day that they laid him away He lived by the golden rule. Black Texas dirt you're full of hurt And you won't grow nothing but weeds You took my mama and papa, it's true But you ain't a gonna get me. --- Instrumental --- Yes, sun and the rain, well they took everything 'cept the dirt that would fly in my face I swore that someday that I'd find me a way To take me away from this place. I packed up my belongings for soon I'd be goin' far off to start a new life And I'd better hurry or I'd have to worry About those dark clouds in the sky. As I reached the gate and turned to take one last look At the old homeplace where I was born I thought I could hear voices callin' to me But then I thought no that just must be the storm. I couldn't get over the feelin' something was wrong That I was leavin' something behind I couldn't put my finger on it But I couldn't get that off my mind. It seemed as if the wind was mama's and papa's voices And that they were pleading with me to stay And that the rain was tears that the skies were shedding Because I was goin' away. But then like a bolt of lightnin' from out the blue Oh, that feelings got over me like a flood And for the very first time in my life, I knew I had black Texas dirt in my blood. Black Texas dirt you're full of hurt And you won't grow nothing but weeds You took my mama and papa, it's true And now you're a gonna take me... |
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