G5 
 Well, when you're down on your luck, 
 
and you ain't got a buck, 
  D5 
in London you're a goner. 
 
Even London Bridge has fallen down, 
   G5 
and moved to Arizona, 
          C5 
now I know why. 
 
And I'll substantiate the rumor that the English sense of humor 
  G5 
is drier than than the Texas sand. 
 
You can put up your dukes, and you can bet your boots 
        D5 
that I'm leavin' just as fast as I can. 
 

 G5         C5             G5    A5 
 I wanna go home with the armadillo 
            C5              D5            G5 
Good country music from Amarillo and Abilene 
 C5                        D5 
The friendliest people and the prettiest women you've ever   
 
seen. 
 

  G5 
 Well, it's cold over here, and I swear 
 D5 
I wish they'd turn the heat on. 
 
And where in the world is that English girl  
 G5                                  C5              
I promised I would meet on the third floor. 
 
And of the whole damn lot, the only friend I've got 
    G5 
is a smoke and a cheap guitar. 
 
My mind keeps roamin', my heart keeps longin' 
     D5 
to be home in a Texas bar. 
 
Chorus 
 

G5 
 Well, I decided that I'd get my cowboy hat 
      D5 
and go down to Marble Art Station. 
 
'Cause when a Texan fancies, he'll take his chances. 
 G5                                C5 
 Chances will be taken, that's for sure. 
 
And them Limey eyes, they were eyein' the prize 
         G5 
that some people call manly footwear. 
 
And they said you're from down South, 
 
and when you open your mouth, 
   D5 
you always seem to put your foot there. 
 
Repeat chorus till the cows come home 
 
 by Paul Dvorak