Down In Texas Blues

Way out down here in old Texas, where you never have the blues
 Way out down here in old Texas, where you never have the blues
 They put us in jail every night and every mornin' they turn us loose
 All the stick-up men are worried and the bullets fall like hail
 All the stick-up men are worried and the bullets fall like hail
 Each pocket has a pistol, and each pistol's good for jail
 They always hang the jury and they never hang a man
 They always hang the jury and they never hand a man
 And if you call a man a liar, you get home the best you can
 The Lone Star State is the best state after all
 The Lone Star State is the best state after all
 I got to stay down in Texas where I can get my ashes hauled