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Texas And Norma Jean
It was a foggy mornin' south of San Jose
We were sittin' in a crowded coffee shop
With nothin' left to say
My cup grew cold and a teardrop rolled
Down her cheek and I brushed it away
I remember it all just like yesterday
And I see it now, I feel it still
It's a day I can't forget and never will
And I hear her voice on the winds of Abilene
She used to call me Texas and I called her Norma Jean
Still see her wavin' through the radiator steam
She was stranded by the roadside
On her way to bigger things
She threw her bags in back, said she liked my hat
Her name was Marilyn Justine
I fell into her California dream
And I see it now, I feel it still
It's a day I can't forget and never will
And I hear her voice on the winds of Abilene
She used to call me Texas and I called her Norma Jean
Yeah, we took a lotta detours on our winding way out west
Livin' for the moment, forgettin' all the rest
The life that she had waitin' and the one I left behind
And now I'm back here tryin' to sort it out
One fence post at a time
In that coffee shop, the road just stopped
And we faced reality
The place that she was goin' had no place for me
And I see it now, I feel it still
It's a day I can't forget and never will
And I hear her voice on the winds of Abilene
She used to call me Texas and I called her Norma Jean
Yeah, I called her Norma Jean...
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Yeah, I called her Norma Jean...
She used to call me Texas and I called her Norma Jean
And I hear her voice on the winds of Abilene
It's a day I can't forget and never will
And I see it now, I feel it still
The place that she was goin' had no place for me
And we faced reality
In that coffee shop, the road just stopped
One fence post at a time
And now I'm back here tryin' to sort it out
The life that she had waitin' and the one I left behind
Livin' for the moment, forgettin' all the rest
Yeah, we took a lotta detours on our winding way out west
She used to call me Texas and I called her Norma Jean
And I hear her voice on the winds of Abilene
It's a day I can't forget and never will
And I see it now, I feel it still
I fell into her California dream
Her name was Marilyn Justine
She threw her bags in back, said she liked my hat
On her way to bigger things
She was stranded by the roadside
Still see her wavin' through the radiator steam
She used to call me Texas and I called her Norma Jean
And I hear her voice on the winds of Abilene
It's a day I can't forget and never will
And I see it now, I feel it still
I remember it all just like yesterday
Down her cheek and I brushed it away
My cup grew cold and a teardrop rolled
With nothin' left to say
We were sittin' in a crowded coffee shop
It was a foggy mornin' south of San Jose
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