Intro: (As played at Billy Bob's 4-30-99)
Mamma raised a Christian boy
Children of the Son
Daddy was a son of a bh
And I'm a hard hittin' son of a gun
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What the h[F]ell am I d[C]oing down in Kansa[D]s City,
[F]I know damn we[C]ll it ain't whe[D]re I belong,
[F]think I'll quit[C] my job come 5 o[D]'clock,
fi[C]nd my lone[G]ly way back[D] home,
[F]My baby said just[C] what are you trying to[D] prove here,
[F]do you really want to l[C]eave me here[D] alone,
I said I'm[F] staring at th[C]is ocean ful[D]l of Yankees,
[C]and I'd rather be in[G] Texas on[D] my own.
Chorus
So we were so[A]uthbou[G]nd 35, we we[D]re headed down the road,
hit the bo[A]rder by the[G] mornin[F]g, let Tex[C]as fill[D] my soul,
yeah let T[F]exas[C] fill m[D]y soul.
The tears start to flow about the time that I was leaving,
she said I guess you better take me along,
God might have made me born a Yankee,
but it's time that I made Texas my home,
So we loaded her stuff into my pickup,
said good-bye to all my friends,
called my brother down in Austin,
said I'm headed home again.
Chorus
[A]She had her feet up on the dashboard,
[A]she was holding my hand and wearing only a smile,
[A]she said it's gonna be hard to start all over,
but the f[C]eeling I have wil[G]l make it all wor[D]th while.
Chorus
Mamma raised a Christian boy
Children of the Son
Daddy was a son of a bh
And I'm a hard hittin' son of a gun
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What the h[F]ell am I d[C]oing down in Kansa[D]s City,
[F]I know damn we[C]ll it ain't whe[D]re I belong,
[F]think I'll quit[C] my job come 5 o[D]'clock,
fi[C]nd my lone[G]ly way back[D] home,
[F]My baby said just[C] what are you trying to[D] prove here,
[F]do you really want to l[C]eave me here[D] alone,
I said I'm[F] staring at th[C]is ocean ful[D]l of Yankees,
[C]and I'd rather be in[G] Texas on[D] my own.
Chorus
So we were so[A]uthbou[G]nd 35, we we[D]re headed down the road,
hit the bo[A]rder by the[G] mornin[F]g, let Tex[C]as fill[D] my soul,
yeah let T[F]exas[C] fill m[D]y soul.
The tears start to flow about the time that I was leaving,
she said I guess you better take me along,
God might have made me born a Yankee,
but it's time that I made Texas my home,
So we loaded her stuff into my pickup,
said good-bye to all my friends,
called my brother down in Austin,
said I'm headed home again.
Chorus
[A]She had her feet up on the dashboard,
[A]she was holding my hand and wearing only a smile,
[A]she said it's gonna be hard to start all over,
but the f[C]eeling I have wil[G]l make it all wor[D]th while.
Chorus
