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  1. East Texas Son

From the recording East Texas Son

Lyrics

EAST TEXAS SON You ain’t too careful, you don’t look where you’re going. Careful now, careful. Look where this river’s flowing. To the dark heart of an East Texas Son. Hurricanes a-ragin’, and quicksand to swallow you up. You ain’t too careful, you don’t know with whom you’re messin’. Bare fist or razor? Gonna keep you guessin’. So what if he was a saint in a past life? Do mind that knife. He’ll cut you outright. In the dark heart of an East Texas Son. Snakes in the trees, and quicksand to swallow you up. So if you go there, you’d best be careful. Thunder in the breeze. That thunder burn deep.