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
