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silverada - texas 42 lyrics

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i walked the limestone road up to charlie’s shop
for frito lays and a soda pop
and stare at a girl on a poster i remember

he drank lone star beer from a pull top can
p+ss and moan about uncle sam
he’d stack his cans and weld em all together

leather and steel covered up his toes
tobacco stain on the tip of his nose
a spark in his eye every time he had the hammer

he shake my hand then the dominos
put his cigarette out and the possum on
he and i would sing along to bartender’s blues
and lord i wonder whose gonna fill his shoes
shooting the moon in texas 42

soon i’s kicking around with a tougher crowd
that drank too much and talked too loud
we’d pick guitars and tune on carburetors

there was papa chicken and johnny hughes
shooting 8 ball with crooked cues
i’d stack my quarters on the corner of the table
i’d rack ‘em up they’d knock ‘em down
sharking every drunk in town
and any man around that didn’t know better

but every morning at the break’a dawn
they’d put that pot of coffee on
throwing bones and talking ‘bout the news
good ol’ boys doing all that they could do
shooting the moon in texas 42

now i’ve made my bids and i’ve caught my tricks
i don’t talk about politics
i work the rigs and melt the steel together

i can tune up a gm sbc
pick a little sing a little harmony
call my shots with english on the cue
and all the things that they don’t teach in school
like shooting the moon in texas 42
shooting the moon in texas 42

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