If you ever go to Houston better walk right Keep your hands in your pockets and your gun-belts tied If you're asking for drama, if you're looking for a fight If you ever go to Houston, boy you better walk right
If you're ever down there on Bagby and Lamar You better watch out for the man with the shining star Better know where you're going or stay where you are If you're ever down there on Bagby and Lamar
Well I know these streets I've been here before I nearly got killed here during the Mexican War Something always keeps me coming back for more I know these streets I've been here before
If you ever go to Dallas, say hello to Mary-Ann Say I'm still looking along the trigger, hanging on the best I can If you see her sister Lucy, say I'm sorry I'm not there Tell her other sister Nancy to pray the sinner's prayer
I gotta rest this fever bury it in my brain Better keep right forward, can't spoil the game The same way I'll leave here will be the way that I came Gotta rest this fever bury it in my brain
Mr. policeman, can you help me find my gal Last time I saw her was at the Magnolia Motel If you help me find her, you can be my pal Mr. policeman, can you help me find my gal
If you ever go to Austin, Fort Worth or San Anton' Find the barrooms I got lost in and send my memories home Put my tears in a bottle screw the top on tight If you ever go to Houston, buddy you'd better walk rightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
