Rock and Roll
The home of the blues
Pure country too
It's the hallowed ground
All around
It's full of black hippies
Rednecks and Mexes
Most of my friends stay
Way way down in Texas
In the land of musical delight
Funky days and starry nights
Way down in the central south
That's still the land of Hush Yo Mouth
Brothers and the sisters too
They get down and boogaloo
The place is still way back to see
Like the end of the nineteenth century
Rock and Roll
The home of the blues
Pure country too
It's the hallowed ground
All around
It's full of black hippies
Rednecks and Mexes
Most of my friends stay
Down in Texas
We cannot afford no more
Of America's so-called
Drug-war
Don't you think it's mighty queer
How they push cigarettes and beer
Afraid of herbs afraid of cid
His ego loves to hate his I'd
It's too complex to catalog
I saw Onward Thru The Fog
Way way down
Down in Texas
It's the land of soul Rock and Roll The home of the blues Pure country too It's the hallowed ground All around It's full of black hippies Rednecks and Mexes Most of my friends stay Way way down in Texas In the land of musical delight Funky days and starry nights Way down in the central south That's still the land of Hush Yo Mouth Brothers and the sisters too They get down and boogaloo The place is still way back to see Like the end of the nineteenth century Rock and Roll The home of the blues Pure country too It's the hallowed ground All around It's full of black hippies Rednecks and Mexes Most of my friends stay Down in Texas We cannot afford no more Of America's so-called Drug-war Don't you think it's mighty queer How they push cigarettes and beer Afraid of herbs afraid of cid His ego loves to hate his I'd It's too complex to catalog I saw Onward Thru The Fog Way way down Down in Texas Explain Request ×
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