Ridin’ Down to Texas

One day recently, I recalled my experience in Southern Texas during WWII as I was in training at the San Antonio Air Cadet Center. The training itself wasn’t a lot of fun, although memorable, but the Southwestern environment was delightful. The city, the river, the Alamo, the diverse population very much impressed this young cowboy. Hence this poem…a sort of a dream…ridin’ back to Texas.

This drought has killed my herd
Now my future’s blurred
So I’ll fly to Texas
Like some prairie bird

Ridin’ along today
Just ridin’ away
Goin’ down to Texas
Where I plan to stay

I really can’t say why
Words would be a lie
Ridin’ off to Texas
Now before I die

I would love to tell you
What I’m gonna do
When I get to Texas
If I only knew

I would like to be free
To take you with me
As I ride to Texas
Where I’d like to be

I will ride back some day
If you say I may
And take you to Texas
Where we’ll always stay

We’ll start anew down there
Where life is so fair
Down in Southern Texas
Where we’ll have no care

Ridin’ down to Texas
To start life anew
That’s what I really want
Livin’ there with you