This Could Be Texas - Live from BBC Maida Vale

It's the year of the ox
Dress me up and try to guess my weight
There's 800 people gathered at a fair
In the machine age

That's the wisdom of the crowds
The more the merrier
Ignore the farmer and his pitchfork
Walk through the heather

I put it into verse
I put it in an envelope
I put it in a postbox
And someone puts it in your house

And that house is in a town
That town ain't far from here
But it doesn't feel very near

And that town is in a state
And that state is in a country
And that country is in a bad state
There's a familiar atmosphere about the place

And in the end, they might thank me
With a garden in my name
Because I walked through the heather



Credits
Writer(s): Lewis Whiting, Lilly Fontaine, Nicholas Eden, Douglas Frost
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