I want to drink my java
from an old tin can
While the moon goes climbing high
I want to hear the song of a whippoorwill
I want to hear a coyote cry
I want to feel a saddle horse
between my legs
Riding him out on the range
Just to kick him in the side,
make him show his step and pride
Back on those
Texas plains
Each night in my dreams,
somehow it seems
That I'm back where I belong
Just a country hick way back in the sticks
Back where I was born
These city lights and city
ways are driving me insane
I want to be alone,
I want to be back home
Back on my
Texas plains
I want to drink my java
from an old tin can
While the moon goes climbing high
I want to hear the song of a whippoorwill
I want to hear a coyote cry
I want to feel a saddled horse
between my legs
Riding him out on the range
Just to kick him in the side,
make him show his steppin' pride
Back on those
Texas plains
I wanna hear the thunder
as she beams and rolls
I wanna feel the rain in my face
A thousand miles from your city lights
Draw in a cowhands wage
I wanna sleep at night
beneath the stars above
With a cold moon shining down
I wanna cook my bacon
over cactus cones
Fifty miles from town
I wanna drink my java from an old tin can
While the moon goes climbing high
I wanna hear the song of a whippoorwill
I wanna hear a coyote cry
I wanna feel the saddle
horse between my legs
Ridin' him out on the range
Just to kick him in the side,
make him show his steppin' pride
Back on those
Texas plains
Back on those
Texas plains
you