Lyrics Down in Texas Blues - Jesse "Babyface" Thomas

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