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Alamo oh, alamo
heard all about your fandango banged on my knees, on your bay door only to wake you, to blues on the way blues on the way, blues on the way embarcadere figures you'll see me as a older 23 hours till the border don't think I'll be going as fast as I came fast as I came, fast as I came, tears on my pillow of course they're not mine alter that alter make it a plane somebody invent the telephone line i'll take mine my chances alamo wish I could do what God does heard that the stars were in order god you served out a hand with two queen of spades and blues on the way blues on the way tears on my pillow of course they're not mine alter that altar make him a plane somebody, just somebody, invent the telephone line i'll take mine my chances |
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