Left Texas

I left old Texas way back in eighty-one
Four thousand longhorns, as wild as ever run
Al Blocker was our trail boss, and you bet he was a good one
He said to me, kiddo, I know you’re true blue

Got fifteen good cowhands and you bet they’re all two bars
Just point those old longhorns right towards that North Star
Just point those old longhorns right towards the North Star
Git on that right point and bring those steers through

He told that horse wrangler, just throw them horses in
A river to ford boys, so don’t be thin skinned
Deep river to cross, and we’re goin’ right in
I’m telling you, cowboys, you’ll take that bitter pill

It’s the hills of Wyoming, out by the ‘dobe walls
We’ll get back to Texas late in the fall
Back to old Texas, chuck wagons and all
And he looked over at me boys, and winked that big eye