I’M GOING TO LEAVE OL’ TEXAS
I’m going to leave, ol’ Texas now.
They’ve got no use, for the longhorn cow. They’ve plowed and fenced, my cattle range. And the people there, are all so strange.
I’ll take my horse, I’ll take my rope, And hit the trail, upon a lope.
The hard, hard ground, will be my bed. And the saddle seat, will hold my head.
I’ll bid adios, to the Alamo.
And turn my head, toward Mexico. I’m going to leave, ol’ Texas now.