Texas Hills

You big city cowboys in your new high-heel boots
Sure look the part, but you ain't got the roots,
You're just dancin' and dreamin' of a life that's more real
Than riding those bulls made of leather and steel.

It's those Texas hills, those old Texas hills
Leave your concrete, your neon, your second-hand thrills,
Here the air is still fresh, the dirt is still clean
And you're half-way to heaven in those old Texas hills.

He's tough and he's stringy, the Hill Country man
His gristle and bone are a part of the land,
It runs deeper than love, it's what's keeping him here
With times getting harder year after year.

He's like some Pied Piper to all the children he knows
When he's planning some mischief his squinty eyes glow,
He's a poet, a pioneer, a teacher, a clown
Tips his hat to the ladies, age 90 on down.

His church is the mountains, and the rivers his wealth
He'd swear that laughing brought all his good health,
You may think that I'm braggin', just tall Texas talk
But the cowboys are real here, the legends still walk.
 

©2003 Maria Larson