Leave the waves of Galveston but only if you can
'Cause you've been hit behind the seawall
gently folded in the sand
Papa left you for Heaven after your Mama lost her song
And though your baby left you for Houston
no one stays there very long

There's a graveyard by the pizza parlor
a gate that only closes
Snowbirds fly away like secrets no one really wants to know
The climbing moon's always shining
on the kind of shells you keep
The broken horse tied to the water tower's
running in his sleep

It's too bad that you ain't got a soft place to fall
It's too bad Texas leans to the least of us all
And says, “If you can make the music
then you can have the dance
If you can shoot the pistol then you can wear the pants”

So leave the waves of Galveston but only if you can
'Cause it's the only place the Lone Star
kind have offered you a hand
Your baby left you nothing but a dog she left for dead
You never knew you were a burden till it hit you on the head

It's too bad that you ain't got a soft place to fall
It's too bad Texas leans to the least in us all
And says, “If you can make the music
then you can have the dance
If you can shoot the pistol then you can wear the pants”