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Tryin' to scratch a livin' from the black land dirt that traded them only with storm&#13;
From way before sunup to way up to sundown papa walked behind that ol' mule&#13;
Until the day that they laid him away he lived by the golden rule&#13;
Black Texas dirt you're full of hurt and you won't geow nothing but weeds&#13;
You took my mama and papa it's true but you ain't a gonna get me&#13;
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Yes sun and the rain well they took everything cept the dirt that would fly in my face&#13;
I swore that someday that I'd find me a way to take me away from this place&#13;
I packed up my belongings for soon I'd be goin' far off to start a new life&#13;
And I'd better hurry or I'd have to worry about those dark clouds in the sky&#13;
&#13;
As I reached the gate and turned to take one last look&#13;
At the old homeplace where I was born&#13;
I thought I could hear voices callin' to me&#13;
But then I thought no that just must be the storm&#13;
I couldn't get over the feelin' something was wrong&#13;
That I was leavin' something behind&#13;
I couldn't put my finger on it but I couldn't get that off my mind&#13;
It seemed as if the wind was mama's and papa's voices&#13;
And that they were pleading with to stay&#13;
And that the rain was tears at the skies were shadding because I was goin' away&#13;
But then like a bow of lightnin' from out the blue&#13;
Oh that feelings got over me like a flood&#13;
And for the very first time in my life I knew I had black Texas dirt in my blood&#13;
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Black Texas dirt you're full of hurt and you won't geow nothing but weeds&#13;
You took my mama and papa it's true and now you're a gonna take me&#13;
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