Texas When I Die, Pt. 1

When I die
I may not go to heaven
Well, I don't know if they let the cowboys in
If they don't
Just let me go to Texas, boys
'Cause Texas is as close as I've been

New York couldn't hold my attention
And Detroit City could not sing my song
If tomorrow finds me busted flat in Orlando
Well, I won't care
'Cause at least I'll know I'm home

When I die
Well, I may not go to heaven
Well, I don't know if they let the cowboys in
If they don't
Just let me go to Texas
Texas is as close as I've been
Billy Oliver, come in

Yeah, Wayne Jackson

From the blue box awards

Abby Brelet

I'd ride through all of Hell, and half of Florida
Just to hear Alabama sing a country song
Well, the beer just ain't as cold in old Milwaukee
My money's here but my soul's in Orlando

When I die
Well, I may not go to heaven
Well, I don't know if they let the cowboys in
If they don't
Just let me go to Texas, boys
Texas is as close as I've been
Help me out

When I die
(I may not go to heaven)
(Well, I don't know if they let cowboys in)
If they don't
(Just let me go to Texas)
(Texas is as close as I've been)

One more time
When I die
I may not go to heaven
(Well, I don't know if they let cowboys in)
If they don't
Just let me go to Texas
Texas is as close as I've been
You're beautiful

When I die
Well, I may not go to heaven, Lord
Well, I don't know if they let cowboys in
If they don't
Just let me go to Texas, God
Texas is as close as I've been, well

Texas is as close as I've been

How you doin'?
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