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Them Texas boys, they like their Mickey Gilley Yeah and they been known to get plum hillbilly One ol' cowboy, you know he threaten to kill me So all night long we played Waylon and Willie We was just lookin' for a little fun When it comes to trouble, we don't want for none We carry guitars and a couple of guns And we sing our songs till the morning comes Well my baby Yeah, she crazy She's my moonshine Yeah, my baby Yeah, she crazy But she's my moonshine Them south-side boys, you know they thought they could take us Now they buried deep somewhere down round Pecos Border patrol never gave no hassle 'Cause I'm the King of Texas, Saint of Hell-Paso We was just lookin' for a little fun When it comes to trouble, we don't want for none We carry guitars and a couple of guns And we sing our songs till the morning comes Letras de canciones Well my baby Yeah, she crazy She's my moonshine Yeah, my baby Yeah, she crazy But she's my moonshine Yeah, my baby My sweet baby She's my moonshine Yeah, my baby Lord, she crazy She's my moonshine Well my baby Yeah, she crazy She's my moonshine Yeah, my baby Yeah, she crazy But she's my moonshine Well my baby Yeah, she crazy She's my moonshine Yeah, my baby Yeah, she crazy But she's my moonshine From Letras Mania