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Well my little brother’s raising hell

Living down in texas

He probably ought to be in jail

From the stories that he tells us

Of whiskey nights and rodeos

The strippers down in austin

He’s had himself some real good times

If he could just recall them

Now his money’s running out and there’s a job in his future

And it’s looking like his rambling days are done

Now’s he’s sizing up his choices and a job just ain’t one

He don’t know which way to run

As for you and winter, it may be cold

But that don’t stop the rain

The holes up in your roof

Make keeping dry a losing game

The stairwell’s always wet

But you wouldn’t really mind if

The tears would dry up in your crying eyes

Now your boy, he’s coming home

But that just ain’t that good for you

Started ending long ago

You know that much is true

So dry your eyes

And say goodbye

Because he just ain’t the one

Decide which way to run

Gonna to decide which way to run

As for me, the same old shit

Keeps pulling me on down

I never been quite able

To pick myself up off the ground

Always got big plans

But they’re always in the works

And i swear they’ll pay off

If my luck don’t give out first

Well here i am again

I don’t know if i’m right

But i can tell you that i’m having fun

So i give it one more shot

Because this race, it ain’t quite done

I hit the ground and run

Gonna hit the ground and run

Gonna decide which way to run

Gonna hit the ground and run

And my little brother’s raising hell

Living down in texas

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