Lookin back at my background tryin' to
Figure out how I ever got here.
Some things are stil a mystery to me
While others are much to clear.
I'm just livin' in the sunshine,
Stay contented most of the time.
Yeah, listenin to Murphy, Walker and Willis,
Sing me their Texas rhymes.
Now most of the people who retire in Florida
Are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch.
And mobile homes are smotherin' my keys
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