I sing songs about Texas, I sing them often as if she were some old lover, I used to know, I wish I could follow them back to the homeland every time I hear one on my radio. Twin fiddles playing in my memory, my daddy sang the wonders of old cow town, silver haired and he's still there under a sky so warm and fair, I tell you friends there's a song in every town. So sing me one more song about old San Antone, it seems like a dream now it was so long ago, Jerry Jeff Walker can be just like a coat from the cold, I'm goin' home Well it's nothing short of the gospel hymns, I guess that's why folks keep writing 'em when I die, I want to go there too, some day I hope to walk along heaven's street and I'll still be looking for my taco meat and I swear I hear a steel guitar rising in the air. So sing me one more song about old San Antone, it seems like a dream now it was so long ago, and old Guy Clark he can be just like a coat from the cold, well I'm going home. When the night is real real still, I swear I could hear a whippoorwill, she knows there's music in the dirt down there, hill country rain is a cleansing thing and all I have to see one, sitting in a shallow creek got nothing to do. So sing me one more song about old San Antone, it seems like a dream now it was so long ago, Jerry Jeff Walker can be just like a coat from the cold, I'm goin' home So sing me one more song about those dusty plains, them honky tonk angels, and their lonely beehive pain, wish I was stowed away on some fast moving train going home, yeah I'm going home. Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com