I want to tell you about Texas Radio and the big beat.
It comes out of the Virginia swamps,
Some call it heavenly in its brilliance,
others, mean and rueful of the Western dream.
Listen to this I'll tell you about the heartaches;
I'll tell you about heartache and the loss of God.
I'll tell you about the hopeless night,
the meager food my soul forgot,
tell you about the maiden with the wrought i - ron soul.
I want to tell you about Texas Radio and the big beat,
soft driven, slow and mad like some new language.
Listen to this I'll tell you about Texas;
I'll tell you about Texas Ra - di - o.
I'll tell you about the hopeless night,
the wanderin' the Western dream,
tell you about the maiden with the wrought i - ron soul.