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The evening sun was sinkin' down, a chill north wind a-blows
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The new-plowed ground was coolin' fast, the river rolls and flows
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Beneath the two-lane concrete river bridge between my place and town
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On that hot-bed Farm to Market road they call 1291
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I'm sayin' son you'll see me searchin'; sizzlin' down that broad hiway
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Dollar signs in both my eyes, I'm seekin' out my prey. I'm prayin'
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"Jesus, will you send me just another three or four?"
F E
They pay two-fifty down in Halletsville, 3 dollars, maybe more.
Am G
And more than likely they'll be out tonight a-wanderin' from the farms;
F E
Waddlin' down 1291 to keep their bodies warm.
Am G
I'm talking walkin' belts and neckties, and boots for rodeo;
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They don't run too fast, don't waste much gas. I'm makin' lots o'dough.
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