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D G D G Fire me up a cigarette, turn that radio down D G D A D I feel a song coming on, it?s got a Texas kind of sound Em F G There?s a black top underneath my wheels, cutting a path through these Texas hills D Just take a look around The heat is rising off the black top, ain?t seen a car in miles Each new bend is like a long-lost friend, makes me want to search a while And words can?t describe the way I feel when I get lost in these Texas hills Just take a look around Fiddle solo A G And last night in my dreams God spoke to me out loud A G D I asked him what heaven?s really like he said, ?Son, just take a look around.? So fire me up a cigarette, turn that radio down I feel a song coming on, it?s got a Texas kind of sound And words can?t describe the way I feel when I get lost in these Texas hills Just take a look around
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