I live in Texas, the Lone Star State of the South
Where everything is biggins including my sorry mouth
Stetson cowboy styling and ten gallon silly hats
Spittoons in the dime stores in case someone went and spat
     
I have oil wells a sure heck lot of them; heifers on a ranch
When I swing a baseball bat I tend to use a branch
I don’t drive a car I own a mare and a nag
But darnit if my girly don’t hafta wear a bag!
     
So how yuh like the South deep here in the heart
Where if you don’t chew the chaw you can’t be very smart?
It’s hotter than a two-dollar bill, sidled up to a fire
Our metaphors are weird, I ain’t no horny-toaded liar
     
Mississippi got’s it’s crooked letter’d sorts
We got our rugged pioneers in injun’ killin’ forts
And don’t let those Arizonian’s often need complain
Their heat is so very dry and our’s got’s icky rain
     
Texas, Oh Texas, I sing this song to you
Don’t e’er fall in the ocean like Florida might someday do
Texas, Oh Texas I sing this song so proud
Alabam's might be cool but can’t sing this song so loud
     
Arkansas shares a town with our mighty state
It’s not half bad to live there nor half as very great
What’s it like in the South in countries o’er the world
Is it as mighty as our Texas when their flags can be unfurled
     
Texas, Oh Texas all of the stories you know are true
Everything is big o’er here and sometimes very blue
If you tweren’t born in Texas get here as fast as you can
Cuz Texas is the Lone Star State and I’m one lonely man
  

[This message has been edited by wayoutwalt (edited 04-24-2001).]

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