Oh, Give me land, lots of land under
stary skies above, don't fence me in.
Let me ride over wide open spaces
that I love, don't fence me in.

Let me ride to the ridge where
the west commences, and gaze at the
moon 'till I loose my senses,
I can't look at hobbles,
and I can't stand fences,
Don't Fence me in!

Just turn me loose, let me straddle my
old saddle underneath a western sky....
On my cyuse let me wonder over yonder
till I reach the mountain high....I want to
ride to the ridge where the west commences,
gaze at the moon till I loose my senses,
I can't look at hobbles,
and I can't stand fences,
Don't Fence Me In.

I think some things are beyond time
and space. They are truely a state of mind.
Texas is one of those things.
It's people and history have lived on long after
her heros are gone and not all the heros were Texans
You don't have to be a Texan...although I am..
To love her bluebonnets or remember 
the Alamo.
All the wonder and romance that is Texas is
a state of mind, a TEXAS state of mind..
and every dream of cowboys, and trail rides,
boots, saddles and starry skies lead to
a Texas state of mind.
1997 redone 5/2005

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P.S.
So do those old Davy Crockett coon skin caps
and The Texas Rangers