Hein & Oss
Текст песни I'm Goin' To Leave

I'm going to leave old Texas now
They've got no use for the long-horn cow!

They've plowed and fenced my cattle range
And the people there are all so strange!

I'll take my horse, I'll take my rope
And hit the trail upon a lope!

Say: Adios! to the Alamo
And turn my head toward Mexico!

I'll make my homeon the wide, wide range
The people there are not so strage!

The hard, hard ground will be my bed
And the saddle seat will hold my head

And when I waken from my dreams
I'll eat my bread and my sardines

And when my ride on Earth is done
I'll take my chances with the holy one

I'll tell Saint Peter that I know
A cowboy's soul ain't white as snow

But in that far-off cattle land
He sometimes acted like a man