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Texas

by Bob Malone
From “Like It Or Not” (2001)

Well it’s a thousand miles from Houston to El Paso
And every town in-between, I’ve drifted through, or so it seems
And I still ain’t got a thing to show
So to the scrub and mesquite, I admit my defeat one last time
‘Cause this ten-gallon dream has turned on me
And I gotta get out from under this Texas sky

CHORUS I
Honey, I got to get back to you
Even if I die trying to
Don’t know what was on my mind when I left you behind
But I swear that my wanderin’ days are through
And it’s a hell of a long way from Nacogdoches to L.A.
But I ain’t gonna let Texas stand in my way…

Here in the heart of Tejas, the rest of the world is just a dream
No matter where you wanna go, there’s two time-zones
And a whole lotta Lone Star in-between
But California’s callin’, and there’s a girl waitin’ there for me
I’m in love and landlocked, and I ain’t gonna stop
‘Till I stand where the land meets the sea

CHORUS II
Honey, I got to get back to you
Even if I die trying to
I don’t belong in this place, and I’m gonna see your face
If it’s the last thing I ever do
And it’s a hell of a long way from Amarillo to L.A.
But I ain’t gonna let Texas stand in my way
I ain’t gonna let Texas stand in my way…

© 2001 Born Too Late Music (SESAC)