Don'T Worry 'Bout Me-Louis Prima

Texas Plains - Hank Snow Down in my dreams somehow it seems That I'm back where I belong Just a country hick way down in the stick Back where I was born All the city lights and the city ways Are driving me insane I want to be alone I want to be back home Out on the texas plains I want to drink my java from an old ting can While the moon comes shining high I want to hear the call of a whippoor will I want to hear a coyote whine I want to feel my saddle horse between my legs Just riding him out on the range Just to kick him in the sides let him show His step and pride out on the texas plains I want to hear the thunder as it goes and rolls I want to feel the rain in my face Just a thousand miles from the city lights Living a cowhills ways I want to sleep at night beneath the stars above With that whole moon shining down I want to cook my grabbel the cat just skulls Fifty miles from town I want to drink my java from an old ting can While the moon comes shining high I want to hear the call of a whippoor will I want to hear a coyote whine I want to feel my saddle horse between my legs Just riding him out on the range Just to kick him in the sides let him show His step and pride out on the texas plains