Down in my dreams somehow it seems
that i'm back where i belong
just a country hick way back in the stick
back where i was born
cause the city lights and the city ways
are drivin' me insane
i wanna be alone i wanna be back home
out on the texas plains
I wanna drink my java from an old tin can
while the moon comes shinin' high
i wanna hear the call of a whipoorwill
i wanna hear a coyote whine
i wanna feel my saddle horse between my legs
just riding him out on the range
just to kick him in the sides let him show
his step and pride out on the texas plains
I wanna hear the thunder as it goes and rolls
i wanna feel the rain in my face
just a thousand miles from the city lights
living a cowboy ways
i wanna sleep at night beneath the stars above
with that whole moon shinin' down
i wanna cook my grabbel with catfish skulls
fifty miles from town
i wanna drink my java...
Sometime soon i'm goin' back back
where the skies are blue
in a little house just built for two
back where my dreams come true
well i'm tired of subways
and the forty story shacks
i'm tradin' the wide open range
i wanna go back, please take me back
out on the texas plains
i wanna drink my java...