The Texan sat in silent bliss,
Dreaming of a Frankish kiss.
His heart beat large with every word,
Until up from the ground came a bubbling crude...
Oil that is,
Black gold. Texas tea.
Then the next thing you know old Strikes a millionaire;
He said to Louis, "Move away from there.
Tay-Has is the place you wanna be."
So they both packed up and moved to a flat in Austin over a record store, regularly asking each other: "Why can't I quit you?"
And they all lived happily ever after, the end.
Or is it?
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