Текст песни American Folk — I’m going to leave old Texas now

American Folk — I’m going to leave old Texas now слова

I’m going to leave old Texas now
They’ve no more use for the long-horned cow

 
They plowed and fenced my cattle range
And the people there are all so strange

 
I’ll take my horse, I’ll take my rope
I’ll hit the trail at an easy lope

 
I’ll bid adieu to the Alamo
I’ll turn my head toward Mexico

 
The hard, hard ground shall be my bed
And my saddle seat shall hold my head

 
I’ll tell Saint Peter when I go
A cowboy’s soul ain’t white as snow

 
Yet in that far-off cattle land
He sometimes acted like a man

 

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