The New York City folks say I'm too country the Grinny Village hippies call me square
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But at the Long Horn barroom down in Dallas Texas
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They call me the Texas Troubadour there
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My home state of Texas you've been good to me your wide open spaces treat me fair
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The girls are so much prettier down in Texas
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They don't breathe that New York City polluted air
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[ steel ]
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The New York City sidewalks filled with people too busy to say hello to you there
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With hearts as cold as the concrete that they walk on
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They sure could use some clean fresh Texas air
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Now Texas folks don't judge you till they know you
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And they don't judge you then by what you wear
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And you can feel at home anyplace in Texas
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If you don't own a thing or if you're a millionaire
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Now my home state of Texas...
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Texas Troubadour
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| Ernest Tubb |
