On the dusty roads of Texas, I roam alone,

Wearing my hat low, the sun beats down like stone.

Thoughts of her linger, in every sunset’s glow,

In the quiet whispers of the wind, she goes.

The wild blue sky, so vast and wide,

Holding secrets where no one can hide.

Every star a memory, shining bright and true,

But my heart’s left behind, where she used to be.

Through the prairie grass, under moonlit skies,

I wander on, hoping for a sign of her eyes.

The old wooden fence, worn by time and rain,

Holds the echoes of our love, now just a refrain.

Texas winds, they call me back,

To the place where I first took her hand.

Through the endless miles, I’ll keep on walking,

For the love that once was, now left in the sand.

The rivers flow, carrying tales untold,

Of the past that haunts me, like a ghost in the cold.

The lone oak tree stands, a silent witness,

To the stories we shared, before the distance.

Through the prairie grass, under moonlit skies,

I wander on, hoping for a sign of her eyes.

The old wooden fence, worn by time and rain,

Holds the echoes of our love, now left in the sand.

Texas winds, they call me back,

To the place where I first took her hand.

Through the endless miles, I’ll keep on walking,

For the love that once was, now left in the sand.

Texas winds, they call me back,

To the place where I first took her hand.

Through the endless miles, I’ll keep on walking,

For the love that once was, now left in the sand.