Well I won't need my gun, and you won't need that rope!
   I've got nowhere left to run, 'cause I done gave up on hope!

 And now I'm a goin' back to Texas in a box!

   So baby don't you cry for me, and don't you ever lie for me!
   Just hang your head and sigh for me, 'cause some good folks
                                                                                 had to die for me!

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 Now maybe the Rio grande can wash away my pain,
 The dust of the devil sand can cover up my stain, cover up my stain!

 Well I won't need no whiskey,and I sure won't need no gin!
  The preacher say's I'm a goin' to hell 'cause my deeds
                                                                           are drenched in sin

 And now I'm a goin' back to Texas in a box!

  And I won't ask forgiveness, from those people that I've hurt!
 The only thing that I've ever earned is a hole in that Pecos dirt!

 And now I'm a goin' back to Texas in a box!

 So baby don't you cry for me, and don't you ever lie for me!
 Just hang your head and sigh for me, 'cause some good folks
                                                                         had to die for me!
     
 Said baby don't you cry for me, and don't you ever lie for me,
  just hang your head and sigh for me, 'cause some good folks
                                                                      had to die for me!!!!!

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