I sing songs about Texas

I sing them often, as if she was some old lover I used to know

Wish I could follow them back to the homeland

Every time I hear one on my radio.

Twin fiddles playing in my memory

My daddy sang the wonders of old cow town

Silver haired and he's still there, under a sky so warm and fair

Well, I tell you friends there's a song in every town.

So sing me one more song about old San Antone

It seems like a dream now, it was so long ago

And Jerry Jeff Walker can be just like a cold front on the coast

Well I'm a-goin' home.

Well it's nothing short of the gospel hymns,

I guess that's why folks keep writing 'em

When I die, I want to go there too

Some day I hope to walk along heaven's street,

And I'll still be looking for my taco meat

And I swear I hear a steel guitar rising in the air.

So sing me one more song about old San Antone

It seems like a dream now, it was so long ago

And old Guy Clark he can be just like a cold front on the coast

Well I'm a-goin' home.

When the night is real real still

Swear I could hear a whippoorwill

She knows there's music in the dirt down there

Hill country rain is a cleansing thing

And all I have to see one, sitting in a shallow creek, got nothing to do.

So sing me one more song about old San Antone

It seems like a dream now, it was so long ago

And Jerry Jeff Walker can be just like a cold front on the coast

So sing me one more song about those dusty plains

Them honky tonk angels, and their lonely beehive pain

Wish I was stowed away on some fast moving train

Going home, yeah I'm a-goin' home.