The Lone Star

I was walkin' down the road
Where the fields of gold of Texas
Enlight my soul with no regret
From the desert sand to the silver fields of cotton
I hold my rose of San Antone above my hat

'Cause I'm flying high
Higher than Willie Nelson
Higher than the skies above
And higher than the rockets of NASA

I was walkin' down the road
Where the fields of gold of Texas
Enlight my soul with no regret
From the desert sand to the silver fields of cotton
I hold my rose of San Antone above my hat

'Cause I'm flying high
Higher than Willie Nelson
Higher than the skies above
And higher than the rockets of NASA