Texas - 7 Horses

These pretty pictures of painted roses colors my scenery, I'm gathering all my souvenir's, before they scar my memories, So You Can Go To Hell, But I'm Going to Texas, Maybe I'll just go to New Orleans, Tennessee if I should get restless, I'm gonna go and live out my dreams I know now I must leave you nothing should remain the same we got down and dirty in those dramatic scenes, I'm tired of these mud slinging games Chorus repeats I know now I must make my stand I don't need you to hold my hand So Bye, Bye Baby, now don't you cry I don't see a real tear in your eyes.