Texas Sometimes

I wish I were riding an old paint

Cross the old plains of west Texas

With a Stetson and Spurs and all songbirds

Sing you to sleep when your restless

Where the good guys in white hats are keepin the peace

They keep the dirt off the streets and a prayer in the sky

And they still raise old glory with there hand on there heart

And that's how it is by and by

Oh, I wish I were in Texas

Roping the moon and dancing with strangers each night

Oh I think that was my exit

Lord knows I wish I were in Texas sometimes

I’m packing up my tools

Heading out west

With the music is better and the fishing is best

Nashville I love you

But you’ve lost all your soul

Your charm has grown old

Too much rock in the soil

Oh, I wish I were in Texas

Ropin the moon and dancing with strangers each night

Oh I think that was my exit

Lord knows I wish I were in Texas sometimes