If you're tired of living
and sick of reality
there's a place that's never been
and you can come and go with me

from the mist of the Smoky Mountains
to the dust of the hill country
you can find a state of mind
we can call Texasee

highways that lead to nowhere rivers so lonesome they sing evening sky like Red Devil lye you only take back what you bring         we'll laugh till             we'll cry till we sing         we'll sing till we lay down drunk         close our eyes and fall asleep

            preacher twirls his pinky ring
            at the tattooed lady who sings
            every night is Saturday night
            every morning is a bright Sunday

Bob Will is on the bus
Hank Williams is on the train
Elvis and Lefty in a pink cadillac
and Townes Van Zandt is on my brain

    we'll laugh till
    we'll cry till we sing
        we'll sing till we lay down drunk
        close our eyes and fall asleep in Texasee