There's thirteen miles of barbwire fences
Two lane blacktop, high line poles
This is where the world commences
At least the only one I know
It runs down through the old town square
Where the people come and people go
We know that it must start somewhere
But where it ends nobody knows
'Cause here the world ain't round
It's flat as it can be
It just runs North and South
On FM 2213
There's a farmer on his John Deere tractor
He's caused a 10 mile traffic jam
But he don't intend to go no faster
'Cause his taxes paved this road for him
'Cause here the world ain't round
It's flat as it can be
It just runs North and South
On FM 2213
Well, they built a brand new interstate
Where the concrete hums and engines scream
But all in all ain't nothin' changed
On FM 2213
'Cause here the world ain't round
It's flat as it can be
It just runs North and South
On FM 2213
'Cause here the world ain't round
It's flat as it can be
It just runs North and South
On FM 2213
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