Don't Ask Me Why (I'm Going to Texas)

Don't ask me why I'm going to Texas

'Cause the reason I just don't know

But I've got a little gal down in Houston

And I've got lots of friends in San Antoine

Don't ask me why I'm going to Texas

Why in all the world am I here

'Cause I do love to hear those Texas fiddles

And dance and sing and drink my lone star beer

From Austin up to Dallas, Amarillo to El Paso

You can hear Bob Wills, Bill Mack, and me on your radio

Don't ask me why I'm going to Texas

It's just the kind of place where I should be

Yeah, there's a lot of room

Beneath that southern moon

Texas, you're a good ole state by me

From Austin up to Dallas, Amarillo to El Paso

You can hear Bob Wills, Bill Mack, and me on your radio

Don't ask me why I'm going to Texas

It's just the kind of place where I should be

Say there's a lot of room

Beneath that Texas moon

Texas, you're a good ole state by me

Texas, you're a good ole state by me