Lyrics:

South of Oklahoma, East of New Mexico
West of Louisiana, where all them Cajuns go
We gotta a little place called Texas
Where the women grow on trees
They're right there for the pickin'
Just as easy as ya please

We'd better run take hold
You're gonna get young 'fore ya get old
Them Texas women is Texas gold
Kisses that are sweeter than cactus
Oh

North of Amarillo, east of Old Dime Box
You can find your Cinderella
Or a genuine Goldilocks
And if ya don't like love attachments
If your taste in women gets strange
Then go on and spend your money my friend
Down in old La Grange

You better run tell the world
You wanna get a Lone Star girl
With her cast iron curls
And her aluminum dimples
And they're so simple

North of Waxahachie, East of old Cowtown
Them Dallas women standing up
Beat the others lyin' down
But God blessed the Trinity River
And any man who is unaware
Of the Northeast Texas women
With the cotton candy hair

And you'd better run take hold
You're gonna get young 'fore ya get old
Them Texas women is Texas gold
Kisses that are sweeter than cactus
Oh