Texas across the river where my wandrin' days I'll bid goodbye.
Just the sound of Texas gets me "boom" in the solar plexus
It's enough to make a grown man cry.
Texas across the river. Don't need signs to tell you where you're at.
Ain't a trace of shade there. Think the only real shade that's made there,
Is the shade that's underneath your hat.
Texas across the river. Texas, I never will roam.
Texas, calling Texas my home!
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