Texas

Uno, dos, tres, quatro!

There’s a lot of country songs about Texas or so I’ve heard
Steve Earle, Guy Clark, I’ve memorized every word
So I moved down there thinking my life would be a country song
And much to my surprise I wasn’t too far from wrong

Got my butt kicked in a bar outside of Albilene
Got nailed down in South Padre by the TABC
And I wasn’t strange enough to fit in at Austin I soon found out
Those UT girls don’t know you when you’re down and out

CHORUS
Because I’ve got to get the hell out of Texas
’cause Texas ain’t where a Virginia boy belongs
No I ain’t no cowboy, eating fajitas
Dancing two step with senoritas
I’m leaving on a jet plane, adios San Anton’

There’s a brand new F-150 on every lane on 35
Some banker in Dallas sure as hell don’t need a four wheel drive
They call me a Yankee ’cause I’m from Virginia what the hell does that mean?!
I suggest they take that one up with Robert E Lee

CHORUS

So I’m throwing out the Stetson And leaving on the next jet plane
I can’t live in no state where everyone thinks they’re the next John Wayne
Now I’ll still sing all them songs like Guy, Pat and Robert Earl Keen
But them Blue Ridge hills is where I’m gonna be

CHORUS

(words and music by James Wilson)
copyright 2006 Joey S Arm Publishing