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Texas Plains - Hank Snow
Down in my dreams somehow it seems
That I'm back where I belong
Just a country hick way down in the stick
Back where I was born
All the city lights and the city ways
Are driving 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 ting can
While the moon comes shining high
I want to hear the call of a whippoor will
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 cowhills ways
I want to sleep at night beneath the stars above
With that whole moon shining down
I want to cook my grabbel the cat just skulls
Fifty miles from town
I want to drink my java from an old ting can
While the moon comes shining high
I want to hear the call of a whippoor will
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