Texas Blues Songtext
von Willie Reed
Texas Blues Songtext
I′m going out in West Texas, where I can hear the warlocks moan
I'm going out in West Texas, where I can hear the warlocks moan
Said it′s my that made me leave my home
Lord, pretty mama, what's the matter now?
Lord, pretty mama, what's the matter now?
You know you didn′t want me when you leave me back in town
I′m going way out in West Texas, just to learn the cowboy style
Mmm hmm, learn the cowboy style
Then I'm coming back to Dallas, gonna run these women wild
You can read your own schoolbook and book on down
You can read your own schoolbook and book on down
You can read my letter, but you sure can′t read my mind
You can't never tell when your woman gonna put you down
And you can′t never tell when your woman gonna put you down
Got a smile on her face and a heart that's full of frowns
Take me, pretty mama, try me one more time
Lord, Lordy, try me one more time
If I don′t treat you right, break my neck a time
Said I laid down last night, my mind was ramblin' 'round
I laid down last night, my mind was ramblin′ ′round
Thinkin' ′bout my lover, she had done put me down
I'm going out in West Texas, where I can hear the warlocks moan
Said it′s my that made me leave my home
Lord, pretty mama, what's the matter now?
Lord, pretty mama, what's the matter now?
You know you didn′t want me when you leave me back in town
I′m going way out in West Texas, just to learn the cowboy style
Mmm hmm, learn the cowboy style
Then I'm coming back to Dallas, gonna run these women wild
You can read your own schoolbook and book on down
You can read your own schoolbook and book on down
You can read my letter, but you sure can′t read my mind
You can't never tell when your woman gonna put you down
And you can′t never tell when your woman gonna put you down
Got a smile on her face and a heart that's full of frowns
Take me, pretty mama, try me one more time
Lord, Lordy, try me one more time
If I don′t treat you right, break my neck a time
Said I laid down last night, my mind was ramblin' 'round
I laid down last night, my mind was ramblin′ ′round
Thinkin' ′bout my lover, she had done put me down
Writer(s): Foy Willing, Clarke Cottoseed Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

