Purple Gas

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I've got plates for purple gas 
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'Bout the only break I catch 
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But I am not the kind of man 
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To blame the dealer on a losin' hand 
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Have a lone star in my eye 
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The darker the sky, the brighter it shines 
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Pumpjack checks and bailer twine 
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A ton of a grit or maybe it's spite 

 

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And if I weren't a flatland boy, I'd say I'd have a hill 
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A hill that I will die upon if the climb don't get me killed 
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If there were such heights around here for a guy to lay his pride 
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Maybe I'd rest before I died if I weren't a flatland boy 
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If I weren't a flatland boy 



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I hammer down, hair straight back 
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The world blurs past, tell me, how's it that 
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My horizon line's static? 
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I guess at least it's a sure bet 
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Was taught not to throw the first fist 
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But if you take a hit, finish that son of a bitch 
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In a life havin' the upper hand's a myth 
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Your only fightin' chance is too stubborn to quit 



    Dm                               F 
And if I weren't a flatland boy, I'd say I'd have a hill 
  Dm                               F 
A hill that I will die upon if the climb don't get me killed 
   Dm                             F 
If there were such heights around here for a guy to lay his pride 
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Maybe I'd rest before I died if I weren't a flatland boy 
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If I weren't a flatland boy 



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Retired rail ties, point nine wire 
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Neighbor kid on the fencing pliers 
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Fargo that turns over fine 
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At forty below if you cuss it right 
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A sly thumb of Rye sometimes 
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Keep a bottle hid with the Bio-Mycin 
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You can dull the edge, you can look ahead 
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But can't get there, it goes on forever 
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Oh, it just goes on forever 
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You keep your head down, it goes on forever 

Final 

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But I've got plates for purple gas 
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I've got plates for purple gas