Verse 1
Don't ask me why I'm going to Texas
'Cause the reasons I just don't know
But I've got a little gal down in Houston
And I've got lots of friends in San Antone
Verse 2
Don't ask me why I'm going to Texas
Why in all the world am I here
'Cause I do love to hear those Texas fiddles
And dance and sing and drink my lonestar beer

From Austin up to Dallas
Amarillo to El Paso
You can hear Bob Wills yell on your radio
Verse 3
Don't ask me why I'm going to Texas
It's just the kind of place where I should be
Yeah there's a lot of room beneath that southern moon
Texas you're a good ol' state by me
Chorus
Verse 3

Texas your a good ol' state by me