If I Die in Texas(Hell Will Be Like Goin' Home)

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If I Die in Texas(Hell Will Be Like Goin' Home)The sun bullwhipped my skinas me n my chopper rolled into a dusty spot in the parking lotof a juke near San Antonethat house rye was like drinkin' Dranomy gut burned like a volcanobut somehow I staggered out and headed homeI wrecked tryin' to lose this coplay there on the hot blacktophe said, "friend doncha knowlive right or you'll fry down below"yeah whiskey worked its voodooand I was spellboundbut for my crime it was payback timeand I could hear the hellhoundsbut the threat of firecouldn't get through to mecos after that hunnerd proofwhat could hell do to meI'm gettin' restlessso Buddy bring it oncos if I die in Texashell will be like goin' homeshe swore she was at least nineteenand how she made those short shorts steamI got my kicks cos she knew tricksof cowgirls twice her ageone night that tasty cupcakehopped on for a ride upstateand I was shocked by the cops' roadblockand her dad's twenty gaugewell, that little spitfire was badshe lived just to spite her dadwhen she gave me a long wet kisshe said, "boy you'll burn for thisyeah lust had worked its voodooand I was spellboundbut for my crime it was payback timeand I could hear the hellhoundsbut the threat of firecouldn't get through to mecos after that hot thang's lovewhat could hell do to meI'm gettin' restlessso Buddy bring it oncos if I die in Texashell will be like goin' homeI was up cripple creek without a crutchthat adobe cell was small as a rabbit hutchcome sundown it was still hotter than eightythe beans for supper smelled like the sulphur of hadesyeah if I die in Texashell will be like goin' homeyeah if I die in Texashell will be like goin' home(c)2005 Robert George