Old Texas


I'm going to leave ol’ Texas now,
They've got no use for the longhorn cow,
They've plowed and fenced all o’er the range,
And the people there are all so strange.

I’ll take my horse, I’ll take my rope,
And I’ll hit the ground upon a lope,
I’ll bid adieu to the Alamo,
And I’ll turn my head to Mexico.

The cold hard ground will be my bed,
And the saddle seat will hold my head,
And when I wake up from my dreams,
I'll eat some bread and a pan of beans.

And when my ride on Earth is done,
I'll take my chance with the Holy One,
And when I die please bury me,
Under the sky on the lone prairie.