Down 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
'Cause the city lights and the city ways
Are drivin' me insane
I wanna be alone, I wanna be back home
Out on the Texas plains
I wanna drink my java from an old tin can
While the moon comes shinin' high
I wanna hear the call of a whippoorwill
I wanna hear a coyote whine
I wanna feel my saddle horse between my legs
Just riding him out on the range
Just to kick him in the sides, let him show
His step and pride out on the Texas plains
I wanna hear the thunder as it goes and rolls
I wanna feel the rain in my face
Just a thousand miles from the city lights
Living a cowboy ways
I wanna sleep at night beneath the stars above
With that whole moon shinin' down
I wanna cook my grabbel with catfish skulls
Fifty miles from town
I wanna drink my java
Sometime soon I'm goin' back
Back where the skies are blue
In a little house just built for two back
Where my dreams come true
Well, I'm tired of subways and the forty storey shacks
I'm tradin' the wide open range
I wanna go back, please take me back
Out on the Texas plains
I wanna drink my java
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- Miscellaneous
- The Singing Ranger Vol. 4
- Gospel Train
- When Tragedy Struck
- Hank Snow Sings Sacred Songs
- Country & Western Jamboree
- Old Doc Brown and Other Narrations by Hank Snow
- Hank Snow Salutes Jimmie Rodgers
- Country Classics
- Hank Snow Sings
- Legend Of Old Doc Brown
- Songs Of Tragedy
- Souvenirs
- Hello Love
- When My Blue Moon Turns To Gold
- The Jimmie Rodgers Story
- The Singing Ranger Vol. 3
- Hits Hits And More Hits
- Spanish Fire Ball And Other Great Hank Snow Stylin
- The Singing Ranger