I 'm goin' to leave old Texas

I 'm goin' to leave old Texas now,
They 've no more use for the longhorn cow.

They 've ploughed and fenced my cattle range,
And people there are all so strange.

I 'll take my horse, I 'll take my rope,
And hit the trail upon a lope.

Say adios to the Alamo,
And turn my head toward Mexico.