It's fifty miles from Leakey down to Hondo
There's no straight shot, the roads all twist and turn
Another forty-five on into San Antone
Seems a long way to go for just one girl
He pulls up Monday morning, puts his window down
Hey runnin' buddy, what'll you say to a twelve pack
Hey runnin' buddy, whatcha say to settin' some lines
Hey runnin' buddy, don't you remember the good times we had
Before you hooked up with that San Antonio girl.
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