The Texas coastline hold her close
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Just like a lady
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And in their time they've
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Weathered a storm or two.
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The river feed her waters
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Like I feed your memory.
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The deeper I go the more I'm turning blue.
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The sandy beaches drift in time
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And the changing tide I know
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Won't bring me back to yesterday
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And the Gulf of Mexico.
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The sails out on the water
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Will come take you away.
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When your ship comes in
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I know its time to go
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And the waves along the seawall
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Tell me nothings here to stay
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And no man is an island
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But I'm still all alone.
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I'm weighing anchors from the past
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As the south winds start to blow
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Sailing out of yesterday
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And the Gulf of Mexico.
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I'll be sailing out of yesterday
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And the Gulf of Mexico...
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The Gulf Of Mexico
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Clint Black |