No Place But Texas

God painted the bluebonnets in the fields,

By a tough little scrub oak, on an east Texas hill.

And he plucked the star from a lone star sky,

And he put it in the twinkle of a cowboy's eye.

The wide open spaces he made wild and free.

Texas, as far as any eye can see;

And he made her sons grow tough and strong.

They still cry when they hear a sad song.

No place but Texas

Would I ever roam.

No place but Texas;

My home, sweet home.

No place but Texas;

My home, sweet home.

When I die I hope they bury me

By the Pedernales River, 'neath a white oak tree,

Where I can see the longhorns graze

And the cactus flowers blooming in the morning haze.

No place but Texas

Would I ever roam.

No place but Texas;

My home, sweet home.

No place but Texas;

My home, sweet home.