Born In Texas
Born In Texas-Tom Shaw
A position, standard tuning
I'm goin' away now, mama, sorry but I can't carry you
Now, I'm goin' away, baby, sorry but I can't carry you
Ain't nothin' down the road that a monkey gal can do
Now, 'f you'll tell me, mama, can I be your salty dog?
Now, tell me, baby, can I be your salty dog?
I was your dog last week, gal, all the week before
Now, tell me, mama, tell me, I go home wit' you?
Now, tell me, baby, can I go home wit' you?
Say, ain't nothin' to-mama, that poor boy can't do
Now, ain't no use to talkin', mama, 'bout that old rat-back chair
Well, it ain't no use talkin', mama, 'bout that old rat-back chair
Some nice old joker got the best store here
Now, play me for your fool, mama, do let you have your way
Don't play me for your fool, mama, 'cause I do let you have your way
Ain't nothin' never happened like I'm gonna change on you someday
I's born in Texas, mama, but I did not stay
I was born in Texas, babe, I did not stay
I had a nice little old woman, partner, brought poor me away
Ain't gonna tell you, mama, what the Santa Fe done to me
I ain't gonna tell nobody what the Santa Fe done to me
Well, it taken my Tommy, come back and got my used-to-be
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