Girl it seems we won't be coming home soon Corpus finds me singin my old highway tune I can make you swear I hung the Texas Moon
Can you hear a bird when it whispers Can you feel the sun when it hides Can you walk a mile in my footsteps Would you stay with me for a while I can make you swear I hung the Texas moon
Well the band is my brothers And the road it keeps me high Yea the van it is my home girl But it seems to keep me in line And sometimes I swear I hung the Texas moon
Well the harps are playin while the angels cry If your a God send girl why'd you have to die hrhmkgf?ne. hhoc Well for twenty years I cried Yea for fifteen years I tried To make you think that I could hang the Texas moon
