| I worked the rigs from three to midnight
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| On the corpus Christi Bay
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| I’d get off and drink till daylight
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| Sleep the morning away
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| I had a plan to take my wages
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| Leave the rigs behind for good
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| But that life it is contagious
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| And it gets down in your blood
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| I lived in corpus with my brother
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| We were always on the run
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| We were bad for one another
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| But we were good at having fun
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| We got stoned along the seawall
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| We got drunkand rolled a car
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| We knew the girls at every dancehall
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| Had a tab at every bar
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| If I could live my life all over
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| It wouldn’t matter anyway
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| 'Cause I never could stay sober
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| On the Corpus Christi Bay
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| My brother had a wife and family
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| You know he gave them a good home
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| But his wife thought we were crazy
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| And one day we found her gone
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| We threw her clothes into the car trunk
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| Her photographs her rosary
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| We went to the pier and got drunk
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| And threw it all into the sea
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| If I could live my life all over
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| It wouldn’t matter anyway
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| 'Cause I never could stay sober
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| On the Corpus Christi Bay
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| Now my brother lives in Houston
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| He married for the secound time
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| He got a job with the union
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| And its keeping him in line
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| He came to Corpus just this weekend
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| It was good to see him here
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| He said he finally gave up drinking
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| The he ordered me a beer
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| If I could live my life all over
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| It wouldn’t matter anyway
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| 'Cause I never could stay sober
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| On the Corpus Christi Bay
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| If I could live my life all over
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| It wouldn’t matter anyway
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| 'Cause I never could stay sober
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| On the Corpus Christi Bay |