This Could Be Texas Songtext
It's the year of the ox
Dress me up and try to guess my weight
800 people gathered at a fair
In the machine age
That's the wisdom of the crowds
The more the merrier
Ignore the farmer and his pitchfork
Walk through the heather
Dress me up and try to guess my weight
800 people gathered at a fair
In the machine age
That's the wisdom of the crowds
The more the merrier
Ignore the farmer and his pitchfork
Walk through the heather
I put it into verse
Put it in an envelope
I put it in a postbox
Someone puts it in your house
And that house is in a town
That town ain't far from here
But it doesn't feel very near
And that town is in a state
And that state is in a country
And that country is in a bad state —
There's a familiar atmosphere about the place
And in the end they might thank me
With a garden in my name
'Cause I walked through the heather
And in the end they might even thank me
With a garden in my name
'Cause I walked through the heather
Put it in an envelope
I put it in a postbox
Someone puts it in your house
And that house is in a town
That town ain't far from here
But it doesn't feel very near
And that town is in a state
And that state is in a country
And that country is in a bad state —
There's a familiar atmosphere about the place
And in the end they might thank me
With a garden in my name
'Cause I walked through the heather
And in the end they might even thank me
With a garden in my name
'Cause I walked through the heather
