Texas

And I just can't compete with Texas, So that girl will never be mine. I can see her down there with a Shiner Bock stare gettin' down to some Dolly Shine. She ain't missing this Wyoming cowboy. Oh, a tear never fell from her eyes. And I just can't compete with Texas, So that girl will never be mine. If she'd fly north to see what she's missing, I might convince her to stay. But no turnpike comes on when she's searching for Songs. She might not think that's okay. You know, maybe the mountains would hold her, Or the way that I kiss her sweet face. Casper for Dallas, soft hands for callouses, I don't see her making that trade. And I just can't compete with Texas, So that girl will never be mine. I can see her down there with a Shiner Bock stare gettin' down to some Dolly Shine. She ain't missing this Wyoming cowboy. Oh, a tear never fell from her eyes. And I just can't compete with Texas, So that girl will never be mine. Well, she loves the nightlife in Fort Worth. Twin Fiddles make her favorite sound. Cold makes her shiver. The Wyoming winters keep my true love from hanging Around. I keep searching for what would attract her. So far, I just ain't had much luck. Girl, keep your warm city for me. Wyoming whiskey, Powder River, Let her buck. And I just can't compete with Texas, So that girl will never be mine. I can see her down there with a Shiner Bock stare gettin' down to some Dolly Shine. She ain't missing this Wyoming cowboy. Oh, a tear never fell from her eyes. And I just can't compete with Texas, So that girl will never be mine. Oh, that girl will never be mine.