Well I love the sound of a rain on a tin roof
on a hot summer night
love to hear those hound dogs a-barkin
Howlin at the full moon light
Love to see those fireflies a buzzin
Lighting up the southern sky
Yeah I`m a hell bent 100% Texan til I die
Well I`ve crossed that old state line
more than a time or two
And if you see me leavin
you best be believing
I`ll be back before the week is through
If I stay gone too long no tellin what I`ll do
I might a-highjack a plane
I might jump a freight train
to get back home it`s true
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Well now I don`t mind going to Oklahoma
ain`t never met an Okie that I didn`t like
I dont mind New York city
Those yankees talk funny but they`re alright
I don`t mind going to wessiana
Their red hot cajun cooking suits me fine
If I had my way
I`d be home today
on my front porch drinking moonshine