| A | D | |
| When I | die I may not go to | heaven |
| A | E | A | |
| I don't know if | they let cowboys | in |
| D | |
| If they don't just let me go to | Texas, Boy! |
| A | E | A | |
| Texas is as | close as I've | been. |
| D | |
| New York couldn't hold my at- | tention |
| A | E | A | |
| Detroit City | couldn't sing my | song |
| D | |
| If tomorrow finds me busted flat in | Dallas |
| A | E | A | |
| I won't | care, 'cause at | least I'll know I'm | home. |
| CHORUS |
| I'd ride through all of Hell and half of Texas |
| Just to hear Willie Nelson sing a country song |
| Beer just ain't as cold in old Milwaukee |
| My body's here, but my soul's in San Antone. |
| CHORUS |
| REPEAT CHORUS (FADE) |