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On the southern tip of
Texas
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By the lazy Rio Grande
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Lies a place called
San Benito
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Gateway to the
Promised Land
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From the dusty dark
Depression
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In that border town
there came
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One real soulful-soundin’
singer
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With a boundless
thirst for fame
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So chase a shot down
with a beer
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Our wasted days and
nights are here
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Before last call just
one last bender
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As teardrops fall for
Freddy Fender
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Cool Tejano Rock ’n
Roller
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Dragged through hell
to snag his dreams
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Three hot years plowed
up Angola
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Bought
the brig from our Marines
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So chase a shot down
with a beer
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Our wasted days and
nights are here
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Before last call just
one last bender
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As teardrops fall for
Freddy Fender
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Instrumental
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His life a mix of joy and pain
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Of sunny days and pourin’ rain
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He tried to knock down Heaven’s door
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It opened wide… he is no more
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So chase a shot down
with a beer
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Our wasted days and
nights are here
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Before last call just
one last bender
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As teardrops fall for
Freddy Fender
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