If I chase my tequila with an ice-cold beer, blame Texas
If I swear there ain't no better place than here, blame Texas
If you think I say a few words wrong
And find a way to put a fiddle in every song
If I take George Strait over Elvis, blame Texas
But if you wonder why she packed all her things
Left me back here alone in the Lone Star state
Yeah, I messed up a good thing again, guess I just can't help it
She loved the wide-open skies, no, she didn't wanna leave
Did her wrong, now she's gone, and it's all on me
Coming back, no, she ain't
Wish I could, but I can't blame Texas
If I got a little outlaw in my blood, blame Texas
If all my settle downs are out on the road, blame Texas
If you always see me out in my cowboy hat
A little red on my neck and some sweat on my back
If I ain't the kinda mess to mess with, blame Texas
So if you wonder why she packed all her things
Left me back here alone in the Lone Star state
Yeah, I messed up a good thing again, guess I just can't help it
She loved the wide-open skies, no, she didn't wanna leave
Did her wrong, now she's gone, and it's all on me
Coming back, no, she ain't
Wish I could, but I can't blame Texas
I like a Shiner Bock longneck and Sunday Cowboy football
And I can hold my own on a pissed-off bull
But I can't hold onto a woman at all
So if you wonder why she packed all her things
Left me back here alone in the Lone Star state
Yeah, I messed up a good thing again, guess I just can't help it
She loved the wide-open skies, no, she didn't wanna leave
Did her wrong, now she's gone, and it's all on me
Coming back, no, she ain't
Wish I could, but I can't blame Texas
Coming back, no, she ain't
Wish I could, but I can't blame, Texas
God Bless Texas
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