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Oil field town in a blood red sky 
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way out here that sun takes a long time to die 
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just seventeen when the highway called 
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my mama said \"boy don't send me no tears back to Wichita Falls\" 
 
 
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Yeah, broken white line led me away 
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down a long lonesome interstate 
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my boots move fast but my mind move slow 
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wherever easy money went I was gonna go 
 
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Now my poor mama cries for the trouble I'm in 
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but the law don't believe me it was self defense 
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her heart breaks down against these prison walls 
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there's a few more tears tonight over Wichita Falls 
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there's a few more tears tonight over Wichita Falls  
 
 
 
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I was raised up that that where God lost his shoes 
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turned that west Texas dust into big city blues 
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that city kid pushed me just a little too far 
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reckon I pushed back just a little too hard 
 
 
Chorus: 
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Now my poor mama cries for the trouble I'm in 
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but the law don't believe me it was self defense 
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her heart breaks down against these prison walls 
                   G            D             G    
there's a few more tears tonight over Wichita Falls 
 
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Yeah, my poor mama cries for the trouble I'm in 
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but the law don't believe me mama hell it was self defense 
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my life sure don't mean much inside these prison walls 
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'cept a few more tears tonight over Wichita Falls 
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There's a few more tears tonight over Wichita Falls