G 
 Well, when you're down on your luck, 
 
and you ain't got a buck, 
  D 
in London you're a goner. 
 
Even London Bridge has fallen down, 
   G 
and moved to Arizona, 
          C 
now I know why. 
 
And I'll substantiate the rumor that the English sense of humor 
  G 
is drier than than the Texas sand. 
 
You can put up your dukes, and you can bet your boots 
        D 
that I'm leavin' just as fast as I can. 
 

 G         C             G    Am 
 I wanna go home with the armadillo 
            C              D            G 
Good country music from Amarillo and Abilene 
 C                        D 
The friendliest people and the prettiest women you've ever   
 
seen. 
 
  G 
 Well, it's cold over here, and I swear 
 D 
I wish they'd turn the heat on. 
 
And where in the world is that English girl  
 G                                  C              
I promised I would meet on the third floor. 
 
And of the whole damn lot, the only friend I've got 
    G 
is a smoke and a cheap guitar. 
 
My mind keeps roamin', my heart keeps longin' 
     D 
to be home in a Texas bar. 
 
Chorus 
 
G 
 Well, I decided that I'd get my cowboy hat 
      D 
and go down to Marble Art Station. 
 
'Cause when a Texan fancies, he'll take his chances. 
 G                                C 
 Chances will be taken, that's for sure. 
 
And them Limey eyes, they were eyein' the prize 
         G 
that some people call manly footwear. 
 
And they said you're from down South, 
 
and when you open your mouth, 
   D 
you always seem to put your foot there. 
 
 
Repeat chorus till the cows come home