Way out down here in old Texas, where you never have the blues Way out down here in old Texas, where you never have the blues They put us in jail every night and every mornin' they turn us loose All the stick-up men are worried and the bullets fall like hail All the stick-up men are worried and the bullets fall like hail Each pocket has a pistol, and each pistol's good for jail They always hang the jury and they never hang a man They always hang the jury and they never hand a man And if you call a man a liar, you get home the best you can The Lone Star State is the best state after all The Lone Star State is the best state after all I got to stay down in Texas where I can get my ashes hauled