by SepiaTones

Created on: February 27, 2009

A Warm Goodbye to My Texas Friends

(on her move to Montana)

I've gone the way of Gus McCrae

No cattle am I takin'

Yessum, it's a stretch from Texas soil

And I'm nervous, no I'm shakin'

I hear tell there's no sales tax there

Don't expect I'll be doin' much shoppin'

I'm savin' my green for fleece and wool

I'll get used to the burnin' wood poppin'

Partin' like this saddens me some

And might even bring a tear

Still I hope I can count on your support:

Yer old socks and sweaters, send em here.

Yeah, the ones you've been hidin' in your cedar chest

Cause you know you don't need em down there!

And if you have one of those thingies to heat motor oil

Now would be a good time to share.

I haven't been hasty, I've weighed all this out

The pros are winnin' so far

I've been told I need a wood burning stove

And to work out my wood choppin' arm

I'll hunt for a little log cabin in the woods

With beautiful trees and secluded

And when the landlord tells me the cost of the rent

I'll just ask "is snow removal included?"

When Old Faithful springs up and its steam hits the cold

And it freezes, turning trees into fixtures

And if by some strange chance I run into Yogi

I'll be doubly sure to send pictures.

They've got prairie rattlers, bear and moose

Is it meese when there's more'n one?

And six months of sub-zero temperatures

Can't wait to see Yellowstone!

But there's summer days eighteen hours long,

And trout fishing in the Missouri

So once we get there, you'd better start thinkin'

Bout planning your visit, and hurry!

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