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The Girl From Brownsville Texas
Jim White
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I say, "God, if You ain't smiling on me
Then you ain't no friend of mine"
It's late at night and this motel room's drunk
I been listening to the lonesome wind crying
My best friend once said, Jim, what you cling to
That's the thing that you had best forget
For ain't no rose bed ever gonna bloom
In an untended field of regrets
Guess, I been busy killing time
Counting bullet holes in state line signs
I led a life of lonely drifting
Trying to rise above the buzzards in my mind
You get dizzy chasing 'round
The tail of what you need to leave behind
Oh, sweet Jesus, won't you help me?
'Cause all I'm trying to do
Is plant them seeds of love
With that girl from Brownsville, Texas
Midnight radio, a crackly
White gospel station kicking out the sounds
Of some half-assed revival
Me, I never much cared for the feelings
You get quoting scriptures from out of the Bible
For as the crow flies, I know only one cure
For a permanent tear in your eye
You gotta crank like hell
That rope on old sorrow's well
'Til the day that the bucket comes up dry
Guess, I been busy killing time
Counting bullet holes in state line signs
I led a life of lonely drifting
Trying to rise above the buzzards in my mind
You get dizzy chasing 'round the tail
Of what you need to leave behind
Oh, sweet Jesus, won't you help me?
'Cause all I'm trying to do is plant them seeds of love
With that girl from Brownsville, Texas
'Cause all I'm trying to do is plant them seeds of love
With that girl from Brownsville, Texas
Now, dreams are just prayers
Without the put on airs
And though my history of dreams
Is a scandal of backassward schemes
And romantic disasters
Where Lord
You dealt me more cards than I could handle
Still from the lips of this half-hearted sinner
Comes the pledge of a half baked saint
'Cause Lord
I might finally be willing to become the religious fool
You always wanted me to be
If in return, we could just tell that girl
I'm the man, You and me both know that I ain't
Guess, I been busy killing time
Counting bullet holes in state line signs
I led a life of lonely drifting
Trying to rise above the buzzards in my mind
You get dizzy chasing 'round the tail
Of what you need to leave behind
Oh, sweet Jesus, won't you help me?
'Cause all I'm trying to do is plant them seeds of love
With that girl from Brownsville, Texas
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