Hank Snow — The Texas Plains

Down in my dreams somehow it seems That I'm back where I belong Just a country hick way back in the stick Back where I was born Cause the city lights and the city ways Are drivin' me insane I want to be alone I want to be back home Out on the Texas plains I want to drink my java from an old tin can While the moon comes shinin' high I want to hear the call of a whippoorwill I want to hear a coyote whine I want to feel my saddle horse between my legs Just riding him out on the range Just to kick him in the sides let him show His step and pride out on the Texas plains I want to hear the thunder as it goes and rolls I want to feel the rain in my face Just a thousand miles from the city lights Living a cowboy ways I want to sleep at night beneath the stars above With that whole moon shinin' down I want to cook my grabbel with catfish skulls Fifty miles from town I want to drink my java Sometime soon I'm goin' back back Where the skies are blue In a little house just built for two Back where my dreams come true Well I'm tired of subways And the forty story shacks I'm tradin' the wide open range I want to go back, please take me back Out on the Texas plains I want to drink my java