| Right in the middle of the 10 cent scenery
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| Shuffled and stacked on a postcard rack
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| There’s a cute little girl with a Shetland pony
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| She smiles at me, but I can’t smile back
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| Cactus Jack drinks coffee black
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| And tells me it’s my lucky day
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| Five o’clock in the Texas morning
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| And I’ve come a long, long way
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| Five o’clock in the Texas morning
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| And I’ve come a long, long way
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| She left me cold on a Winter’s morning
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| And cold it’s been for a long, long time
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| She told me Texas was where she’s goin'
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| And I came looking, but she’s so hard to find
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| Cactus Jack drinks coffee black
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| Tells me it’s my lucky day
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| Five o’clock in the Texas morning
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| And I’ve come a long, long way
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| Five o’clock in the Texas morning
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| And I’ve come a long, long way
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| Oh, I don’t know just where I’ll find her
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| Maybe the soldier with the suitcase saw her
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| She just said she was goin' to Texas for a little while
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| So I’m lookin' for a girl with light brown hair
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| And hazel-eyed, and she’s not too pretty, but a beautiful smile
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| She just said, «Well, I’m goin' to Texas for a little while»
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| Cook in the back is gettin' curious
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| He asks the waitress where I’m from
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| She just says, «Well, I’ve never seen him
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| He’s prob’ly just a Californian bum»
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| Cactus Jack he says, «That's right»
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| As I walk out into the light
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| Five o’clock in the Texas morning
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| And I’ve got a long, long ride
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| Five o’clock in the Texas morning
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| I’ve got a long, long ride
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| Outside, the sun is up
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| And the wind blows me
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| Like a Dixie cup
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| Down the highway |