Pat Green

West Texas Holiday

Pat Green


Tom: C#m

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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September comes to Texas just one time every year,
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so we get our guns and our pickup trucks,
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and a bunch of that Lone Star beer,

well we head out for the open plains,
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where the birds they all flow like wine,
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we hunt them up then we shoot them down,
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man it makes me feel so fine,

The manly sport is what I'm talking about,
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so you can grab you a pouch of chew,
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If we get bored 'cause the birds won't fly,
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we'll shoot the rabbits with my .22.

[Chorus 1]
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I don't wanna go to Paris, I get enough French will my fries,
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just send me on down to Abilene, for the huntingman's paradise,
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Honey you can stay at home all day, laugh and dance,
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go out shopping and play, 'cause I'll be out with the boys,
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on a West Texas Holiday.

[Verse 2]
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Hunting is a lot like religion or so it is I'm told,
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they're both just a simple little way of life,
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and they're both good for your soul, from Robert Earl Keen
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to Robert E. Lee, perfect strangers or best of friends,
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we all have a common little bond between us, we were born to be huntin men.
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If it flies it dies you know they say, and so often times it's true,
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yeah but you take yours and I'll take mine,
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and we'll have us a Bar-B-Que.

[Chorus 2] x2
A                                   E
I don't wanna go to Paris, I get enough French will my fries,
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just send me on down to Abilene, for the huntingman's paradise,
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Honey you can stay at home all day, laugh and dance,
                                  A
go out shopping and play, 'cause I'll be out with the boys,
    B                E
on a West Texas Holiday.