Texas Plains

Texas Plains - Rex Allen

Written by：Hamblen Stuart

I wanna drink my java from an old tin can

While the moon goes shinin' and high

I wanna hear the song of a whippoorwill

I wanna hear a coyote cry

I wanna feel my saddle horse between my legs

Riding him out on the range

Just to kick him in the sides make him show his step and pride

Back on the Texas plains

Every night 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

The city lights and the city ways are drivin' me insane

I wanna be alone I wanna be back home

Back on my Texas plains

I wanna drink my java from an old tin can

While the moon goes cline and high

I wanna hear the song of a whippoorwill

I wanna hear a coyote cry

I wanna feel my saddle horse between my legs

Riding him out on the range

Just to kick him in the sides make him show his step and pride

Back on the Texas plains

I wanna hear the thunder as it booms and rolls

I wanna feel the rain in my face

Just a thousand miles from your city lights

Drawin' a cow hams wage

I wanna sleep at night beneath the stars above

While the cold moon shining down

I wanna cook my baking over cactus coves

Fifty miles from town

I wanna drink my java from an old tin can

While the moon goes cline and high

I wanna hear the song of a whippoorwill

I wanna hear a coyote cry

I wanna feel my saddle horse between my legs

Riding him out on the range

Just to kick him in the sides make him show his step and pride

Back on the Texas plains

Back on the Texas plains