| lyric | 1. I'm goin' to leave old Texas now,
they’ve no more use for the long horn cow.
2. They’ve ploughed and fenced my cattle range,
and people there are all so strange.
3. I’ll take my horse, I’ll take my rope,
and hit the trail upon a lope.
4. Say adios to the Alamo,
and turn my head toward Mexico.
5. I’ll make my home on the wide, wide range,
the people there are not so strange.
6. The hard, hard ground will be my bed
and the saddle seat will hold my head.
7. And when I waken from my dreams,
I’ll eat my bread and my sardines.
8. And when my ride on earth is done,
I'll take my turn with the holy one.
9. I'll tell St. Peter that I know
a cowboy's soul ain't White as snow.
10. But in the far-off cattle land
he sometimes acted like a man. |