| Way out west in Texas, it’s where I long to be
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| Ridin' on the prairie with a good horse under me
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| For three long years I’ve bumed around, my heart is sad and blue
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| I’m goin' back to the wooly West where your friends are always true
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| (Yodel)
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| Well, way out west in Texas where the atmosphere is light
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| You roll up in your blanket on the prairie every night
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| Where the rattlesnakes and the old horned toads, they sleep right by your side
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| On the desert sands of Texas, it’s where I long to ride
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| (Yodel)
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| (Instrumental of Verse)
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| Well, way out west in Texas around that old camp fire
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| We sing the songs of long ago and strum on my guitar
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| My heart is ever yerning, but I will be there soon
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| I’ll settle down in Texas when the cactus is in bloom
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| (Instrumental of Verse)
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| Well, a way out west in Texas, round up in the spring
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| You’ll hear me sing this little song while ridin' on the range
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| Broadway lights (hue to you?) moon light suits me fine
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| I’ll settle down in Texas, I’ll leave my blues behind
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| Tag (Yodel) |