| D | A | Bm | G | |
| Close your eyes and dream with me, I'm g | oin' on a trip through history |
| D | A | G | |
| I wanna see some | sights today |
| D | A | Bm | G | |
| We'll go back when time was young an | d you learned the trigger of the gun |
| D | A | D | |
| Or you'd be six feet on | your way |
| D | A | Bm | G | |
| When the mountains closed the valley side and the rivers hel | d the miner's |
| pride |
| D | A | G | |
| It was the year of | '49 |
| D | A | Bm | G | |
| Well those days are now gone and dead and I wish | that I could see the lead |
| D | A | D | |
| Flying from t | he cowboy's iron |
| Chorus: |
| D | A | Bm | G | D | A | |
| I wanna go time tra | velin | ' through Texas you and me |
| D | A | Bm | G | D | A | |
| I wanna go time | travel | in' through Texas you and | me |
| A | G | D | A | Bm | D | A | Bm | |
| I wanna be | ther | e to breat | he the air and | see all | that I can see |
| G | D | A | |
| In my Tex | as time travel | in' machine |
| Well the day goes on, the sun beats down and bakes your skin a golden brown |
| now your feelin' like a king |
| We'll pull off along side the road and see the land that Jesse owned |
| and all the times he spent with me |
| Then along the skyline of the trees we'll skinnydip within the stream |
| and we'll flash the passin' cars |
| Then we'll jump into our Cadillac, the tracks of time will take us back |
| Back to the land off so far |
| Chorus |
| You got to take a look around and see this land before it drowns |
| Underneath the city streets |
| Geronimo, he said it best, "This is my land, I will not rest |
| Until I'm dead or its been freed" |
| Chorus x2 |