Paris, Texas Twice
by David Kraai

You were born with a silver spoon hanging from your hand
And I was born on a little patch of simple country land
Just because we didn't come from the same place and don't always see eye to eye
Doesn't mean you gotta leave me for some uptight Wall Street guy

So, the next time you want to drop me like something
You better think twice
'cause you might have been to Paris once
But I've been to Paris, Texas twice

Checkbooks, bankbooks, diamonds, crystal and pearls
All those things don't give you a soul in this living, this breathing world
And your greenbacks - they don't mean a thing, they sure as hell won't buy you love
So, lose that Swiss bank account instead and let's hop on the wings of a dove

And the next time you want to drop me like something
You better think twice
'cause you might have been to Paris once
But I've been to Paris, Texas twice

So, the next time you want to drop me like something
You better think twice
'cause you might have been to Paris once
But I've been to Paris, Texas
Yes, I've been to Paris, Texas Twice
Twice
Yes, I've been to Paris, Texas
Twice
Twice
Twice



2017