Lyrics of
Northeast Texas Women

Say if you're South of Oklahoma, east of New Mexico,
West of Louisiana, where Papa Charles always go
We gotta a little place called Texas where the women grow on trees
There right there for the pickin' good buddy just as easy as a man could please
Run take a hold
You're gonna get young 'fore ya get old
Those Texas ladies are Texas gold
Kisses that are sweeter than cactus take no practice to love yeah
Now there east of Amarillo, a little south of old Dime Box