Texas

There’s a lot of country songs about Texas or so I heard
Steve Earle, Guy Clark, I memorized every word
So I moved out there thinkin' my life would be a country song
And much to my surprise I wasn’t too far from wrong
Got my butt kicked in a bar outside of Abilene
Got nailed down in South Padre down by the TABC
And I wasn’t strange enough to fit into Austin, I soon found out
But them U.T. girls don’t know you when you’re down and out
Chorus:
Hell yeah, because I gotta get the hell outta Texas
Because Texas ain’t where a Virginia boy belongs
No, I ain’t no cowboy eatin' fajitas
Dancin two-step with senoritas
I’m leavin' on a jet plane, adios, San Antone
There’s a brand new F150 on every lane of 35
Some banker in Dallas sure as hell don’t need a 4-wheel drive
And they call me a Yankee 'cause I’m from Virginia, what the hell does that
mean?
I suggest they take that one up with Robert E. Lee
(Chorus)
So I’m throwin' out the Stetson and leavin' on the next jet plane
I can’t live in no state where everyone thinks they’re the next John Wayne
Now I still sing all them songs by Guy, Pat and Robert Earl Keen
But them Blue Ridge Hills is where I’m gonna be
(Chorus)
Leavin' on a jet plane, adios San Antone
I’m leavin' on a jet plane, adios San Antone