Goin Back To Texas
He hit the highway at seventeen
Fools’ gold and elusive dreams
Looking back the years left him stoned
He never liked it in Tennessee
Just another place to leave
Just another reason to be gone

And every day he talks about, going back to Texas
Going back to Texas, going home
Cause every night he dreams about going back to Texas
Packing up what’s left of living
Taking that good woman with him
Back to Texas, back where he belongs

He lost his folks at fifty-five
Glory bound the tears he cried
Washed away the youth inside his soul
With his hands on the wrecking ball
He knocked down those prison walls
Nothin’s gonna keep him from that road

Cause every day he talks about, going back to Texas
Going back to Texas, going home
And every night he dreams about going back to Texas
Packing up what’s left of living
Taking that good woman with him
Back to Texas, back where he belongs

Tomorrow he will take her hand
Lead to a promised land
Underneath those big old Texas skies

Every day he talks about going back to Texas
Going back to Texas, going home
And every night he dreams about going back to Texas
Packing up what’s left of living
Taking that good woman with him
Back to Texas, back where he belongs

Whoa, back where he belongs