Got a pick-up truck and a sunny day
Texas morning and a good highway
A can in your hand and you threw it in the back of the bed
Well the wind caught the can, it hit the ground
Ya didn't notice cause you didn't look around
Now you're mess'in with Texas you gotta get it through your head
The can ended up in the road
You really didn't mean to lose that load
But the road is a mess and the road used to look so fine
Don't you mess with Texas friend
Don't you make me say it again
When you're mess'in with Texas you're mess'in with a friend of mine.