Do you know why the trees bend

At the west Texas border?

Do you know why they bend

Sway and twine?

The trees bend because of the wind
Across that lonesome border

The trees bend because of the wind

Almost all the time.

Have you seen my Caroline

Up in Amarillo

Have you seen my Caroline

The one that I call mine

Well, if you see my Caroline

With her hair of yellow

If you see my Caroline

Tell her I'm doin' fine.

She is to me like the breeze

That blows from Corpus Christi

She is to me like the breeze

That blows up from the sea

Now if she is like the breeze

That blows from Corpus Christi

Then I must be like the trees,

Cause Caroline blows through me.

Do you know why the trees bend

At the west Texas border?

Do you know why they bend

Sway and twine?

The trees bend because of the wind

Across that lonesome border

The trees bend because of the wind

Almost all the time.

er hide.

Crawdaddy opened his pintchers wide.

Lord, he opened his pintchers wide.

Whistle Man, Whistle Man, wasn't he brave?

A little crawdaddy tried to whoop this train.

He was brave all right, brave as any man,

But his judgement, Lord, wasn't worth a damn.

Whistle Man, Whistle Man, blow it low,

Crawdaddy ain't in this world no more.

Whistle Man, Whistle Man, Whistle Man,

Blow it for the crawdaddy in the promised land.

Blow it for the crawdaddy in the promised land.

(Train whistle) Blow it for the crawdaddy in the promised land.