Down Yonder

Down Yonder​

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Longhorn Country, the Lone Star State​

While visiting down yonder, I met my fate​

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Yonder, I asked, is it an inch or a mile​

Don't matter, yonder is yonder, for a while​

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I sat a spell, listening to folks tell their yarns​

Bout cathing catfish and life on the farm​

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I met some good ol boys, all Texans, very proud​

At dusk we heard the ol hootin owl call sharp and loud​

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Down yonder, saw some gators creepin bout the cypress trees​

Splishin and a splashin, so wild and free​

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While ridin in da pick up, saw a hawk gliding in the wind​

And at the roadside, the sidewinders trail that never ends​

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At night you hear all sorts of critters, far and near​

No worry, Bubba's got a shotgun, nothin to fear​

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Went down yonder to see Trumans little piece of heaven​

Well gotta turn in now, it's far past eleven​

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The people the land, I grew fonder and fonder​

I met my fate while visiting down yonder.​

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Dedicated to my good friend Truman R.I.P.​