Sangtekst: Pat Green. Songs About Texas.
(Walt Wilkins)
I sing songs about Texas, sing them often as if she were 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 kind and fair,
I tell you friends there's a song in every town.
Chorus
Sing me one more song
About old San Antone,
Seems like a dream now it was so long ago,
Guy Clark he can be like a coat from the cold,
Songs about Texas sing them often every time
I think I've got no home.
Nothing short of the gospel hymns,
I guess that's why folks keep writing 'um when I die,
I want to go there too, some day
I hope to walk along Heaven?s Street,
I'll still be looking for my taco meat
And I swear I hear a steel guitar rising in the air.
Sing me one more song about those dusty plains,
Them honky tonk angels, and their lonely beehive pain,
Wish I stowed away on some fast moving train going home, going 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,
And I'll be sitting in a shallow creek with nothing to do.
Chorus 2x
I sing songs about Texas, sing them often as if she were 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 kind and fair,
I tell you friends there's a song in every town.
Chorus
Sing me one more song
About old San Antone,
Seems like a dream now it was so long ago,
Guy Clark he can be like a coat from the cold,
Songs about Texas sing them often every time
I think I've got no home.
Nothing short of the gospel hymns,
I guess that's why folks keep writing 'um when I die,
I want to go there too, some day
I hope to walk along Heaven?s Street,
I'll still be looking for my taco meat
And I swear I hear a steel guitar rising in the air.
Sing me one more song about those dusty plains,
Them honky tonk angels, and their lonely beehive pain,
Wish I stowed away on some fast moving train going home, going 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,
And I'll be sitting in a shallow creek with nothing to do.
Chorus 2x
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