Lyrics:
news this morning
Another deadly school shooting
This one in Santa Fe, Texas, that's just outside Houston
Twenty-six killed and twenty other wounded
Texas
Sure is good to see you again
Hello Texas
Sure is good to see me a friend
Well now we've been to New York City
We've been to L.A. too
People
The New York City folks
Say I'm too country
The Grinny Village hippies
Call me square
But at the Long Horn barroom
Down in Dallas Texas
Well there's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night
Nothin' can compare to it no matter how you try
Nevada never closes New York City's got
back to Texas
Boogie back to Texas
Boogie back to Texas
Boogie back to Texas
We're gonna boogie back to Texas, eight beats to the mile
Rollin'
When I die I may not go to heaven
I don't know if they let cowboys in
If they don't just let me go to Texas, boys
'Cause Texas is as close as I've
back to Texas
Boogie back to Texas
Boogie back to Texas
Boogie back to Texas
We're gonna boogie back to Texas, eight beats to the mile
Rollin'
When I die I may not go to heaven
I don't know if they let cowboys in
If they don't just let me go to Texas, boys
'Cause Texas is as close as I've
Dallas packed her suitcase
And drove off in the brand new car I bought her
She made leaving me look easy
I wish she'd made it look a little harder
They're really rockin' Boston
In Pittsburgh, PA
Deep in the heart of Texas
And 'round the 'Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis
And down in New Orleans
The number on their forehead and hands
The Devil has Texas
From the sky, the number seven
The Devil defeated
In the sky
The New Jerusalem
I have been
Deep in the heart of Texas
And down the Frisco Bay.
All over Saint Louis,
On down in New Orleans.
All the cats want to dance with
Sweet little
(Finish)
(PinkGrillz)
Paper planes (paper planes), Novocaine (Novocaine)
Mary Jane (yeah)
Say one thing to me, you Texas toast, no Raising
Well there's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night
Nothin' can compare to it no matter how you try
Nevada never closes New York City's got
Well I see you got yourself a brand new harmonica
Mail ordered from the Steagal's catalogue
Boy I hope you can learn to play it like Lonnie Glossom
When I die I may not go to heaven
I don't know if they let cowboys in
If they don't just let me go to Texas, Boy!
Texas is as close as I've been.
us now for wasting the dawn
I'll tell you 'bout Texas radio and the Big Beat
Soft, driven, slow and mad, like some new language
Now, listen
They're really rockin' Boston
In Pittsburgh, PA
Deep in the heart of Texas
And 'round the 'Frisco Bay
All over St. Louis
And down in New Orleans
South of Oklahoma, east of New Mexico
West of Louisiana where all them cajuns go
Well, we gotta a little place called Texas
Where the women grow
Say if you're South of Oklahoma, east of New Mexico,
West of Louisiana, where Papa Charles always go
We gotta a little place called Texas
Where
of ranch-style beans
I could eat the heart of Texas
We gonna need some brand new jeans
[Chorus]
Another song to sing, another day to save another rodeo
They're always leavin' town, chasin' sunsets down
It ain't nothin' new
Yeah, they're just passin'
us now for wasting the dawn
I'll tell you 'bout Texas radio and the Big Beat
Soft, driven, slow and mad, like some new language
Now, listen
now for wasting the dawn
I'll tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
Soft drivin', slow and mad, like some new language
Now, listen to this,
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