Texas, My Home
underneath a big open sky.
Cattle grazing and milling around
and beautiful wildflowers dotting the ground.
Bluebonnets of the deepest hue
indian paintbrushes and sunflowers too.
I listen to the cry of the hawk
and the music of the cattle's bawl.
My horse's muscles are tense, rarin' to go
and get to work doin' what he knows.
We whoop and holler
getting the cattle on a start
to the pen
where we'll work 'em 'til dark.
I live at the lower tip of the nation
where we still take part in timeless tradition
and there's nowhere else I'd rather be or go
because here I am in Texas, my home.
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I was born and bred in Texas and I will always be proud of that.