Fire me up a cigarette, turn that radio down
I feel a song coming on, it's got a Texas kind of sound
There's a black top underneath my wheels, cutting a path through these Texas hills
Just take a look around

The heat is rising off the black top, ain't seen a car in miles
Each new bend is like a long-lost friend, makes me want to search a while
And words can't describe the way I feel when I get lost in these Texas hills
Just take a look around

And last night in my dreams God spoke to me out loud
I asked him what heaven's really like he said, 'Son, just take a look around.'

So fire me up a cigarette, turn that radio down
I feel a song coming on, it's got a Texas kind of sound
And words can't describe the way I feel when I get lost in these Texas hills
Just take a look around