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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.

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.

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