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Them Texas boys, they like their Mickey Gilley
Yeah and they been known to get plum hillbilly
One ol' cowboy, you know he threaten to kill me
So all night long we played Waylon and Willie

We was just lookin' for a little fun
When it comes to trouble, we don't want for none
We carry guitars and a couple of guns
And we sing our songs till the morning comes

Well my baby
Yeah, she crazy
She's my moonshine
Yeah, my baby
Yeah, she crazy
But she's my moonshine

Them south-side boys, you know they thought they could take us
Now they buried deep somewhere down round Pecos
Border patrol never gave no hassle
'Cause I'm the King of Texas, Saint of Hell-Paso

We was just lookin' for a little fun
When it comes to trouble, we don't want for none
We carry guitars and a couple of guns
And we sing our songs till the morning comes

Well my baby
Yeah, she crazy
She's my moonshine
Yeah, my baby
Yeah, she crazy
But she's my moonshine

Yeah, my baby
My sweet baby
She's my moonshine
Yeah, my baby
Lord, she crazy
She's my moonshine

Well my baby
Yeah, she crazy
She's my moonshine
Yeah, my baby
Yeah, she crazy
But she's my moonshine

Well my baby
Yeah, she crazy
She's my moonshine
Yeah, my baby
Yeah, she crazy
But she's my moonshine

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