I’m tried of the city,
Of smoke stack and steel,
I’m tried of the grind,
Of the factory wheel,
I’m spreading my wings,
And I’m ready to fly,
To the land of the wide open sky,
I’m bound for Texas,
Bound for Texas,
Bound for Texas land.
To hear the moo and rattle,
Of snakes and cattle,
I’m bound for Texas land,
I’ll work on a ranch,
Where there’s plenty of sun,
With my horse and my saddle,
My rope and gun,
I’ll ride on the prairie,
My face to (the) sky,
And the rest of the world can go by,
I’m bound for Texas,
Bound for Texas,
Bound for Texas land.
To hear the moo and rattle,
Of snakes and cattle,
I’m bound for Texas land,
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I’ll save up my money,
And look for a wife,
A wife who be true,
And a pal for life,
I’ll build her a home,
And a room for a child,
With the roses, around growing wild,
I’m bound for Texas,
Bound for Texas,
Bound for Texas land.
To hear the moo and rattle,
Of snakes and cattle,
I’m bound for Texas land,
I’m bound for Texas,
Bound for Texas,
Bound for Texas land.
To hear the moo and rattle,
Of snakes and cattle,
I’m bound for Texas land,
I’ll sing her a song,
At the end of the day,
A song that will drive all our cares away,
I’ll sing out (in) the prairie,
The blue starry skies,
And the stars shining bright in her eyes,
I’m bound for Texas,
Bound for Texas,
Bound for Texas land.
To hear the moo and rattle,
Of snakes and cattle,
I’m bound for Texas land...