Take A Look Around
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Fire me up a cigarette, turn that radio down
I feel a song coming on, it's got a Texas kind of sound
There's a black top underneath my wheels, cutting a path through these Texas hills
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
And last night in my dreams God spoke to me out loud
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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