You know I’ve been to Michigan, car frozen in the snow
What happened in Nevada, I guess we’ll never know
Pittsburgh, Tucson, Boise, Cleveland, Minneapolis
I've never been to Florida, at least not that I'll confess
But listen to me close and you can hear a little twang
Just like Waylon, Willie, Merle, and Hank
I’ve traveled every road from San Diego up to Maine
But ever since I’ve been to Texas, I ain’t never been the same
I stayed in Amarillo for a girl who won’t come back
I got waylaid in Waco, where it’s hard to stay on track
I’ve prayed at the missions down in San Antonio
Left a little piece of my heart at the Alamo
So listen to me close and you can hear a little twang
Just like Waylon, Willie, Merle, and Hank
I’ve traveled every road from San Diego up to Maine
But ever since I’ve been to Texas, I ain’t never been the same
This here is an open letter to my Texan pals
I’ll take you up on that offer for a night in your corral
As soon as I can get myself down off this Greyhound bus
These Arizona boots will make tracks for that Texan dust
But listen to me close and you can hear a little twang
Just like Waylon, Willie, Merle, and Hank
I’ve traveled every road from San Diego up to Maine
I’ve seen the land stretch far and wide on two long empty lanes
But there’s nothing like them longhorn runnin’ ‘cross the western plain
But ever since I’ve been to Texas, I ain’t never been the same