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You know I don't understand why you don't treat yourself better
Do the crazy things that you do
'Cause all the debutantes in Houston, baby,
Couldn't hold a candle to you
 
Did you do it for love?
Did you do it for money?
Did you do it for spite?
Did you think you had to, honey?
 
Who is gonna make it?
We'll find out in the long run (in the long run)
I know we can take it
If our love is a strong one (is a strong one)
 
Well, we're scared, but we ain't shakin'
Kinda bent, but we ain't breakin' in the long run
Ooh, I want to tell you, it's a long run in the long run
 
In the long run
In the long run
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Houston has the Oilers, the greatest football team.  
We take the ball from goal to goal like no one's ever seen.  
We're in the air, we're on the ground - always in control,  
And when you say the Oilers, you're talking Super Bowl.  

'Cause we're the Houston Oilers, Houston Oilers,  
Houston Oilers, Number One.  
Yes, we're the Houston Oilers, Houston Oilers,  
Houston Oilers, Number One.  

We've got the offense, we've got the defense,  
We give the other team no hope.  
'Cause we're the Houston Oilers, Houston Oilers,  
You know we're gonna hold the rope.  
 

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If you're ever in Houston, well, you better do right
You better not gamble, you better not fight
Or the sheriff will grab ya and the boys will bring you down
The next thing you know, boy, oh, you're prison bound
 
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Cause I was born lonely down by the riverside
Learned to spin fortune wheels, and throw dice
And I was just thirteen when I had to leave home
Knew I couldn't stick around, had to roam
 
Ain't good lookin', but you know I ain't shy
Ain't afraid to look a girl, in the eye
So if you need some lovin, and you need it right away
Take a little time out, and maybe I'll stay
 
Then I got to ramble (ramblin' man)
Lord I got to gamble (gamblin' man)
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When the last rose of summer pricks my finger,

And the hot sun chills me to the bone.

When I can't hear the song for the singer,

And I can't tell my pillow from a stone,

 

I will walk alone, by the black muddy river,

And sing me a song of my own.

I will walk alone, by the black muddy river,

And sing me a song of my own.

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In the hazy light I see
Lonely crow, dark green dream
I got no paddle and I got no shoes
I'm solo in a rawhide canoe

 

Hundreds of them little bug eyes
Them drooly runny glassy eyes
Smilin' through the foggy soup
I crack a grin and laugh in tune

 

And I would love to float... On... Munky river

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