When there is no rose in San Antone,
when there is no Red River Love.

When Dallas is dark and you're all alone
just like the Lone Star above.
When you long to waltz across Texas,
and there is no one to dance;
you would treat them so right if they'd spend the night,
but no one will give you the chance.
There's no place as lonely as Texas
when your arms have been empty so long.
And your heart is just wide-open spaces
and your dreams are just sad country songs.