"Horse Named Texas" lyrics
Saddled up my dreams on a horse named Texas
Hit those honky-toking trails like those outlaw boys
I've been roping cowboy songs on a horse named Texas
Tied a few good ones down and made a lot of neon noise
From those Cheyenne Frontier Days to that Grand Ole Opry stage
I rode right smack down the middle of the street on Music Row
I've never traded in my boots and jeans
Still playing that dance hall down in Gruene
Never sold-out, but every now and then, I sold out a couple of shows
Still playing that country gold
Still got a long ways to go on a horse named Texas
Came up short, been bucked off, had my heart stomped in the dirt
But I got back up, got back on, time and time again
After all these years, I've learned that a winner's just a loser
Who keeps on losing 'til the day they finally win
From those Cheyenne Frontier Days to that Grand Ole Opry stage
I rode right smack down the middle of the street on Music Row
I've never traded in my boots and jeans
Still playing that dance hall down in Gruene
Never sold-out, but every now and then, I sold out a couple of shows
Still playing that country gold
Still got a long ways to go on a horse named Texas
And if I choke or wind up broke, God knows I'd do it all again
If I write one song that saves a life, wouldn't that be worth it in the end?
From those Cheyenne Frontier Days to that Grand Ole Opry stage
I rode right smack down the middle of the street on Music Row
I've never traded in my boots and jeans
Still playing that dance hall down in Gruene
Never sold-out, but every now and then, I sold out a couple of shows
From those New York City lights to those gold-buckle Vegas nights
Troubadour out in LA to the Houston Rodeo
On a horse named Texas
On a horse named Texas
Hit those honky-toking trails like those outlaw boys
I've been roping cowboy songs on a horse named Texas
Tied a few good ones down and made a lot of neon noise
From those Cheyenne Frontier Days to that Grand Ole Opry stage
I rode right smack down the middle of the street on Music Row
I've never traded in my boots and jeans
Still playing that dance hall down in Gruene
Never sold-out, but every now and then, I sold out a couple of shows
Still playing that country gold
Still got a long ways to go on a horse named Texas
Came up short, been bucked off, had my heart stomped in the dirt
But I got back up, got back on, time and time again
After all these years, I've learned that a winner's just a loser
Who keeps on losing 'til the day they finally win
From those Cheyenne Frontier Days to that Grand Ole Opry stage
I rode right smack down the middle of the street on Music Row
I've never traded in my boots and jeans
Still playing that dance hall down in Gruene
Never sold-out, but every now and then, I sold out a couple of shows
Still playing that country gold
Still got a long ways to go on a horse named Texas
And if I choke or wind up broke, God knows I'd do it all again
If I write one song that saves a life, wouldn't that be worth it in the end?
From those Cheyenne Frontier Days to that Grand Ole Opry stage
I rode right smack down the middle of the street on Music Row
I've never traded in my boots and jeans
Still playing that dance hall down in Gruene
Never sold-out, but every now and then, I sold out a couple of shows
From those New York City lights to those gold-buckle Vegas nights
Troubadour out in LA to the Houston Rodeo
On a horse named Texas
On a horse named Texas
