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The red dirt runs like blood through my veins, The wind that fills my lungs rattles window panes, I am the product of calloused hands and all that they have made, I am Texas, I reflect the barren beauty of my home, I write down wisdom only grandmothers know, I live on the sweat of my father's brow, a man who reaps what he sows, I am Texas, My voice is the hymn the church goers sing, Whether or not they believe in what the Lord will bring, For love or loss or redemption or rain we sing, I am Texas, I have seen the fires burn the open plains, And scattered dirt, like their ashes, over freshly dug graves, And seen new growth take both their place, I am Texas, I have gone from clear skies to rain, I have cried out, like rolling thunder, in pain, I have struck out like lightning in blinding rage, I am Texas, But my love has bloomed like bluebonnets in the spring, I have spoken as sweetly as the mockingbird sings, My touch has been as soft as the whitest cotton you've seen, I am Texas.
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Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 8:33 PM UTC
I am Texas
The red dirt runs like blood through my veins, The wind that fills my lungs rattles window panes, I am the product of calloused hands and all that they have made, I am Texas, I reflect the barren beauty of my home, I write down wisdom only grandmothers know, I live on the sweat of my father's brow, a man who reaps what he sows, I am Texas, My voice is the hymn the church goers sing, Whether or not they believe in what the Lord will bring, For love or loss or redemption or rain we sing, I am Texas, I have seen the fires burn the open plains, And scattered dirt, like their ashes, over freshly dug graves, And seen new growth take both their place, I am Texas, I have gone from clear skies to rain, I have cried out, like rolling thunder, in pain, I have struck out like lightning in blinding rage, I am Texas, But my love has bloomed like bluebonnets in the spring, I have spoken as sweetly as the mockingbird sings, My touch has been as soft as the whitest cotton you've seen, I am Texas.
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19/F/Texas
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 8:33 PM UTC
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