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I Won'T Be Back Again
I Won't Be Back Again I'll be gone this time tomorrow I’ll catch a freight at dawn. One goes east, another goes west Don't matter which I'm on. Came to Texas out of Tulsa Lookin' for a future - Got a lot of knots on my head An' here an' there a suture. Nobody told me 'bout these gals - They’re Texans through and through. I wandered to a dance hall bright An' thought I'd drink a few. Well, mercy me, the place was packed With women of great beauty! I slicked my hair, put on a grin, Looked for me a cutie. I saw one standin' all alone, Dark hair and flashin' eyes. I moseyed over tall and slick An' started tellin' lies. I was talkin' she was noddin' We both was drinkin' beer - I thought the time had surely come, An' whispered in her ear. Don't know what she was lookin' for, But what I said ain't it ! She hit me with a cold Lone Star An' threw a hissy fit ! She kicked me with them pointy toes, Pounded with her knuckles. Pulled the belt right off her britches - Hit me with the buckles. After awhile she got wore out An' stopped to catch her breath. An’ I crawled out the nearest door - I swear half beat to death ! So I'm patched up just sittin' here An waitin' for a train. I'll ride ‘til I’m out of Texas - I won't be back again.
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