I wanna tell you bout texas radio and the big beat Comes out of the virginia swamps Cool and slow with plenty of precision With a back beat narrow and hard to master
Some call it heavenly in its brilliance Others, mean and ruthful of the western dream I love the friends i have gathered together on this thin raft We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping This is the land where the pharaoh died
The negroes in the forest brightly feathered They are saying, "forget the night Li have with us in forests of azure Out here on the perimeter there are no stars Out here we is stoned - immaculate."
Listen to this, and i will tell you bout the heartache I will tell you bout the heartache and the lose of god I will tell you bout the hopeless night The meager food for souls forgot I will tell you bout the maiden with raw iron soul
I will tell you this No eternal reward wi will forgi have us now for wasting the dawn
I will tell you bout texas radio and the big beat Soft drivin, slow and mad, like some new language
Now, listen to this, and i will tell you bout the texas I will tell you bout the texas radio I will tell you bout the hopeless night Wand ering the western dream Tell you bout the maiden with raw iron soul
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