(A Regional Tragedy)
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He was a panhandle prince?hhh
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Schoolboy football king
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They told him "Hi" in the halls
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'Cause he could run them balls
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But it was rumored (down deep) he was mean
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He dated high-tone girls
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With frosty pom-pom curls
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But he never gave out his ring
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He was the best of the best
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He met the grid-iron test
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An there ain't nothin?s American
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An clean
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He was the pride of the backfield
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Ahhh the hero of his day
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Yeah he carried the ball for the red and blue
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They won District Triple-A
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An his name made all the papers
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As the best they'd ever had
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Yeah so nobody understood it
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When the Great Joe Bob went bad
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First he lost his scholarship
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To Texas Tech
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For drinking during training
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An breaking the coach's neck?eah
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Then he got suspended (ahhh) for acting obscene
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Around the Cum-Laudy, Cum-Laudy
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Daughter of the Dean
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So
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He took up with a waitress
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Named Loose Ruby Cole
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While she was a-hoppin' tables
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Down at the Hi-D-Ho
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An he met her on the sly
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When her daddy weren't around
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Yeah but he stopped making yardage
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When he started messin 'round
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(chorus)
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Yeah it spread like a country wildfire
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That something big had gone all strange
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Joe Bob the Greatest Halfback
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Was actin half-deranged?hhh
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He'd been seen out with this woman
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Gettin drunk and havin fun
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Yeah he growed his hair, then gived up prayer
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An said, "Football days is done"
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Then
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He and old Loose Ruby
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Robbed a Pinkie's Liquor Store
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An had a run-in with the law
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When they's runnin out the door
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An Joe Bob's fate was sealed
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For the next century
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Yeah he traded in the pigskin
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For the penitentiary
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(chorus)
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Great Joe Bob
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Terry Allen |