I thought I'd drop a line to my sweet brother's to see how things are in
We met the blade ten miles apart today and
I'm so doggone tired of feeling blue
The radio, it don't play no
Texas music for us cowboys
Grande, I miss the promised land
Well, you're a child of the clear blue sky
I miss my sweet little rose of
You're the dead little flower who's got the power
to draw this wandering cowboy right into your heart
You can weave a spell like a star
that fell on the heart of
Boy, lay you down to sleep
When your work is done, hurry home
Paso roads are waiting for you
Camden town, you still might remember
My heart yearns to hold you,
We must have gone through half the rocks
It's turning cold and I guess you know
That western wind can cut right through you
I won't lay you down to sleep