A _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
I sing songs about Texas, _
D sing them often
G A as if she was some old lover
G E I used to know.
G A I wish I could
G follow
D them back to the homeland every
A time I hear
E one on my
A radio.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
Twin fiddles playing in
D my memory, my daddy
A say.
_ Wonders
E of old Cowtown, _
A.
silver hair and he's still there.
D Under a sky so warm and fair, well I
A tell you friends,
E there's a song in every
A town _ .
E So sing me one more song
D about old
A San Antonio.
E Seemed like a dream now,
D it was so long
A ago.
_
E Jerry Jeff walked in to me just
D like a cold run
F#m on the cold.
E _ _ Well I'm a
A goin' home.
Well
D _ _ _ _
A _ _
E _ .
_
A _ _ _ it's nothing short of the gospel, Hamish.
D Guess that's why folks keep writin'
A to me when I die.
I wanna
E go there too.
Someday
A I hope to walk along Heaven Street and
D I'll still be lookin' for my taco meat.
And
A I swear I hear a
E steel guitar just a
A-risin' in the air.
I
E said well sing me one more song
D about old
A San Antonio.
_
E Seemed like a dream now,
D it was so long
A ago.
_
E An old guy choir geek can be
D just like a cold run
F#m on the cold.
E _ _ .
Well I'm a
A goin' home.
_ _
D _ _ _ .
_
A _ _
E _ _
A _ _ _ .
_ When the night is real real still,
D I swear I can hear a whipper-whill.
A She knows there's
E music in the dirt down there _ .
_
A Hill country rain,
D it's a cleansing thing.
A All I have to do is see one
E sitting in a shallow creek.
Got
A nothing to do.
I
E said well sing me one more song
D about old
A San Antonio.
E Seemed like a dream
D now, it was so long
A ago.
E Jerry Jeff walked in to me
D just like a cold run
F#m on the
E cold _ .
So sing me one more song
D about those
A dusty plains.
E Them honky-tonk angels
D and their lonely
A beehive band.
E _ Wish I was stowed away
D on some fast
F#m-moving train.
_
E I'm goin' home.
I'm
A a goin' home.
_
D _ _ _ _
A.
I'm a goin'
E home.
_
A _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .