There wouldn't be no Alamo, no cowboys in the Super Bowl, no loans and no yellow rows.

If it wasn't for Texas, I wouldn't be a willy fan.

Nobody swam the Rio Grande, I wouldn't be an American.

If it wasn't for Texas, for a worth would never cross my mind.

There'd be no Austin City Living Sun.

I love those stories of, you know, someone discovering it 58 years old,

that their best friend from down the street is actually their half-brother,

because their dad got with his mom and nobody knew.

When his dad died, he goes, because I was always wondering,

I look more like people down the street than I do my own family.

I love those stories of things you didn't know your whole life,

and then there's suddenly reveal.

Russell had said that what he thinks happened was he's born on the 26th,

so he celebrates 27th his entire life,

because his mom tells him you birthday is 27th.

But what are we doing?

Oh, you telling him, is he 29 of them?

Because I did it three times. I didn't do it on purpose.

So his whole life, he thinks he's born on the 27th,

and then he's over digging through some documents and comes across his birth certificate,

and it says the 26th, and he thinks that what happens is they filed it on the 27th,

and somehow she got it in her mind that it's the 27th,

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