Lyrics:
About the time the late and great Jimmie Rodgers
Career came to an end
Another young fella by the name of Bob Wills
Was makin' preparations to become
're a lawyer, or a Texas oil man,
Or some waitress busting ass in some liquor stand.
If you got Soul
We hang out with people just like you
to love Texas women
I'm an Oiler fan not a soccer man
And my arms are red and so is my blood
And they make it boil with that soft Texas drawl
And I
Raney in Clint Texas
C-L-I-N-T Clint Texas was Red River Valley
Then she said farewell to my french harp and me
Well I see you're doin' pretty good
to love Texas women
I'm an Oiler fan not a soccer man
And my arms are red and so is my blood
And they make it boil with that soft Texas drawl
And I
in my pocket
How I wish I had oil wells in Texas to keep me supplied
With money while I sit by your side
Every day of the week
We would visit
Flies in the buttermilk, two by two...
Files in the sugar bowl, shoo, shoo, shoo...
Chorus
Little red wagon painted blue...
Going to Texas, two by
line staring at me
Oklahoma city's just a m-m-m-m-memory
Forth Worth, Dallas, I roll on by
Waco Texas less than 50 miles
Clear the roads, I'm
yet.
If you haven't floated down the 'Ol Frio,
Heard Red Dirt music on your radio,
Eaten Cooper's down in Llano,
Then you ain't met My Texas yet.
You
that crimson sin intensity!
I'm haunted by the mystery of red, red, red!
Red! red knocks 'em dead!
Some like it hot-tah!
I like it red!
Red's my
're a lawyer, or a Texas oil man,
Or some waitress busting ass in some liquor stand.
If you got Soul
We hang out with people just like you
My
're a lawyer, or a Texas oil man,
Or some waitress busting ass in some liquor stand.
If you got Soul
We hang out with people just like you
My
All my exes live in Texas
And Texas is a place I'd dearly love to be
But all my exes live in Texas
And that's why I hang my hat in Tennessee
a song about a guy that probably did as much for
Our kind of music as anybody.
Well the Honky Tonks in Texas were my natural second home
The way you
You say you like the wind blowing through your hair
Come on, roll with me 'til the sun goes down
Texas sun
Say you wanna hit the highway while
jeans
You could taste the dry dust
From the trail he was ridin'
As he sat there and painted
Those west Texas scenes
And the grown-ups would tell
And Long view twelve miles down,
And the travelers all said
Little East Texas Red
He was the meanest bull around.
If you rode by night or the broad
I had in Texas
A million dreams went by in Texas
Sometimes the same life turns against us
But I'm waiting for my lucky day
I watch the sun go
hay in June
Sitting by the road watching well-fires burn
By an old October moon
I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads
And I
Im Texas as hell
Mean and honery
I dont need no loud mouth
Comin on to me
My temper gets hotter
Than red, white and blue blazes
Know doggone well
in my pocket
How I wish I had oil wells in Texas to keep me supplied
With money while I sit by your side
Every day of the week
We would visit
the morn
The Eyes of Texas are upon you
'Till Gabriel blows his horn.
Sing me a song of Prexy,
Of days long since gone by.
Again I seem to great
Way out west in Texas, it's where I long to be
Ridin' on the prairie with a good horse under me
For three long years I've bumed around, my heart is
standing by the live oak tree, in our yard on Canyon Lake
And I'm driving under miles and miles of clear blue Texas skies
Some strangers in a pick-up truck,
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