Yall have hear the song, but have you ever heard the Houston version?
Goes like this….
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Loaded up the Rv, and drove to the Campground,
got there too early, and couldn’t get in yet,
now I’m sitting in the heat, just sweatin’ my ass off,
What was I Thinking?
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Got to my site, did all of the hookups,
went to see the bears, but they were all gone now,
got there too late, the kids are a yellin’,
What was I Thinking?
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Waited for the hayride, standing there sweatin’,
flagged down the staff, to see what was the problem,
read the schedule wrong, we’re here on the wrong day,
What was I Thinking? …. Oh… What was I Thinking?
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Went to sign up, to sing at Karaoke,
didn’t read the signs, and got there too late,
now I have to watch, instead of me singin’,
What was I Thinking?
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Went for a swim, and took along my beer,
thought it would be great, to swim drinking my brew,
I’m drinkin’ away, and told I couldn’t do it,
What was I Thinking?
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Drove my golf cart, like a rodeo cowboy,
get out of my way, I’m a real fast rider,
staff pulled me over, and now we’re all a walkin’,
What was I Thinking? … What was I Thinking?
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Party all night, with the music a blearin’,
talking real loud, we filled the air with laughter,
told about “quite time”, and now the party’s over,
What was I Thinking?
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Saw all the rules, read them completely,
they weren’t for me, so I ignored them all day,
staff told me again, I couldn’t do my thing,
What was I Thinking?
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Found the camp manager, got right in her face,
told her the rules, were just not my style,
she asked me to leave, and take my whole family,
What was I Thinking? … What was I Thinking?
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Driving back home, another lost vacation,
Don’t want to camp, with all of those darn rules,
I want to do, what ever I want to,
I want to do it, when ever I want to,
What was I Thinking?
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Heading back to home, the kids are a screamin’,
happens every time, where ever we go to,
Why can’t we do, what ever we want to,
What was I Thinking?
Oh … What was I Thinking?
Oh … What … were… we… thinking?
Yep … “The Houston Version”…
