Historical Folk Lyrics
"Going To Leave Old Texas"

4.4 / 5
135 reviewers
Do you like this song?
(click stars to rate)
save!
my lyricsbox
I'm going to leave old Texas now,
They've got no use for the longhorn cow,
They've plowed and fenced my cattle range,
The people there are all so strange.
Whoa, doggies, whoa-oh,
Whoa-ooh, oooh.
The people there are all so strange.

I'll take my gun, I'll take my rope
And hit the trail upon a lope.
I'll say good-bye to the Alamo
And turn my face toward Mexico.
Whoa, doggies, whoa-oh,
Whoa-ooh, oooh.
I'll turn my face toward Mexico.

I'll make my home on the wide, wide range,
The people there are not so strange.
The hard, hard ground will be my bed,
A saddle seat will hold my head.
Whoa, doggies, whoa-oh,
Whoa-ooh, oooh.
A saddle seat will hold my head.

And when I waken from my dreams
I'll eat my bread and my sardines.
And when on earth my life is done
I'll take my turn with the Holy One.
Whoa, doggies, whoa-oh,
Whoa-ooh, oooh.
I'll take my turn with the Holy One.
This song is from the album "Cowboy And Western Songs".