surrounded by the oceans
of changing colors often
one blue to pink and red
the other green to cotton
if money is the root of all
evil here doesn't grow too tall
the music in depths protects
the land inspires the sounds
somewhere between 289 and heaven
he's here everyday is a song
its not the day the music died
its Holly all the days long
the lady in red cant spend it all
my last dime of love wasn't earned
I always have Lubbock
with the winds my heart returned.
if Texas is friendship
then she is happiness found
its never in the rearview mirror
its the people of flat ground
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Lubbock is forever at the center of my being...
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