You drive an hour out of Dalhart

One long straight line

There’s a ranch house out of nowhere

There’s a crossroad, there’s a sign

She was born in that ranch house

Her daddy slapped her alive

The doctor still in town

Cause he's too drunk to drive

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Singing truale, truale, truale true

Singing truale, truale, truale true

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There were horses

Horses, horses to ride

Dapples and grays

Wide-open skies

There were pintos, bays

Running full stride

The wind in her face

It was like she could fly

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Singing truale, truale, truale true

Singing truale, truale, truale true

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There was oil, oil

There was oil to be found 

Everywhere you put a boot

There was oil in the ground

Oil in the ground

And oil in the mud

You pump long enough

It gets in the blood

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Singing truale, truale, truale true

Singing truale, truale, truale true

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She turned fifteen took a roughneck

With a hand-done tattoo
They run off in his hotrod 442
And driving all night, drinking all day
Ended up down in Dallas in a family way

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Singing truale, truale, truale true

Singing truale, truale, truale true

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She came back when she turned thirty

Just her and the girls

Never said why she left him

But she wore cultured pearls

Says to her father 

No questions, no lies

She drove a t-bird with the top down

A cold beer between her thighs

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Singing truale, truale, truale true

Singing truale, truale, truale true

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There were horses

Horses, horses to ride

Dapples and grays

Wide-open skies

There were pintos, bays

Running full stride

The wind in her face

It was like she could fly

​

Singing truale, truale, truale true

Singing truale, truale, truale true

Singing truale, truale, truale true

Singing truale, truale, truale true

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