The Flies of Texas
A contest
Create new lyrics to that tired ol' railroad song.
My entry:
The flies of Texas are upon you,
as Bevo eats his hay.
The flies of Texas are upon you,
they will not stay away.
Your 40 acres attract them,
its huge stink is their perfume.
The flies of Texas are upon you
Till you're buried in a tomb.
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