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Dallas Blues
Driving 'cross the County line airwaves above my head.
A warm body and a meal put the blues to bed.
Girls dancin' out of reach, dust off my shoes.
Yeah I know Dallas.
Them Dallas Blues.
Lamar Street bar room fuzzy, bourbon breath profanity.
Crossfire phonebooth rain. Clouds of mystery.
Girls dancing out of reach, dust off my shoes.
Yeah I know Dallas.
Them Dallas Blues.
Hear the Locust chatter on a hot afternoon.
Wild machine gun tempest under the August moon.
Girls dancing out of reach, dust off my shoes.
Yeah I know Dallas.
Them Dallas Blues.
Rolling downtown Central wheel a Greyhound bus.
Nylons and heels soft talking wanderlust.
Girls dancing out of reach, dust off my shoes.
Yeah I know Dallas.
Them Dallas Blues.
Frustrated women walking the West End line.
Deep Ellum blues night and the gang of 9.
Girls dancing out of reach, dust off my shoes.
Yeah I know Dallas.
Them Dallas Blues.
Whiskey on the rocks long strong and sweet.
I am out steppin' on a wave to a different beat.
Girls dancing out of reach, dust off my shoes.
Yeah I know Dallas.
Them Dallas Blues.