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I almost killed a man asleep once
In Albuquerque, New Mexico
On my birthday in Nashville, Tennessee
Got drunk at dinner and he made a fool outta me
In front of my second family

I will never understand the man who wrote a song for Amarillo
Biker bars and burger joints, a band-aid on my pillow
The only pretty thing in Texas was my dress
The lightning lit it up but the rain put it to rest

Sick of bein' told I'm not good enough for them
Sick of all these guitar-playin' men
Now I have to do it all again
To prove this country and I can be friends

We laughed until we cried, our fearless leader left our side
Ran off to Hollywood, he was up to no good there, no, no good
Smoked marijuana in Seattle city streets (legally)
Found a Starbucks and got a bitch coffee, white mocha

I forget her name but I met somebody I would like to be
She took my heart and gave it to Seattle oh so sweetly
Every dog we saw was a dog we had to pet
We fell in love with every stranger that we met

Wanna go back to Wyoming someday without you, without you

Sick of being told to stop actin' like a child
Sick of this not bein' worth my while
Now I have to drive a thousand miles
To prove this country can make me smile

The only pretty thing in Texas was my dress

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