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[acoustic guitar intro]
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I heard from a friend you'd been messing around with a
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cute little thing I'd been dating uptown. Well,
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I don't know if I like that idea much. Well, you
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better stay clear, I might start acting rough. You
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out of town guys sure think you're real keen. Think
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all of us boys are homespun and green. But that's
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wrong my friend, so get this through your head. We're
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tough and we're Texan with necks good & red. So it's
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Ki yi, yippie yi yi, You long hairs are sure gonna die
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Our American home was clean till you came and
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kids still respected the president's name.... And the
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eagle still flew in the sky, hearts filled with national pride. Then
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you came along with your drug-crazed songs.... God
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*** It! You're all gonna die.
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[interlude]
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How dare you sit there and drink all our beer. Oh, it's
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made for our workers who sweat, spit and swear. The
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minds of our daughters are poisoned by you, with your
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communistic politics and them Negro blues. Well, I'm
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gonna quit talking and take action now. Run
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all of you fairies far [clean] out of this town. Oh, I'm
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dog tired of watching you mess up our lives.
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Spending the summertime naturally high. Well, it's
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Ki yi, yippie yi yi You long hairs are sure gonna die.
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Our American home was clean till you came. And
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kids still respected the president's name... And the
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eagle still flew in the sky, hearts filled with national pride.
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Then you came along with your drug-crazed songs. God
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*** It! You're all gonna die God
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*** It! You're all gonna die. God
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*** It! You're all gonna die.
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[outro]
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