I hope you’re happy in Texas
I hope you’ve found a love
I hope you hold on to the necklace
before push turns to shove
I hope you’re living the dream life
the one we talked about
I hope your shootin’ in straight lines
whenever talk turns to shout
I hope you’re skin is not too red
I hope he don’t go to your head
I hope you never get out
because that town isn’t dead
I hope you’re whistling
down the road
on your way to the market
when your hair’s turnin’ gold
I hope you’re skin is not too red
I hope he don’t go to your head
I hope you never get out
because this town is dead
I hope I find my own dream life
I hope you don’t go to my head
I hope for a chance to get out
because this town is so dead
