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.