My Way Home to Texas

Dust on my boots and the sun in my eyes,
Miles of open highway under big blue skies.
I’ve been gone too long, but my heart’s restless guess is—
It’s time to find my way back home to Texas.

Left a small-town dream on a barroom stool,
Chased a couple city lights, thought I’d play it cool.
But the concrete canyons never felt like mine,
So I turned this old truck toward that Lone Star shine.

Radio cracklin’ with a steel guitar,
Every lonely mile reminds me where you are.
Cattle plains whisper through the window’s breeze,
Sayin’ “Son, come back home where your heart runs free.”

I’m on my way home to Texas, where the wide winds blow,
Where the rivers run free and the longhorns roam.
From the plains to the pines, it’s the place I know best—
I’m headin’ back down to the heart of the West.
Yeah, I’m on my way home to Texas—
Where my soul finds rest.

I see the Red River glowin’ in the settin’ light,
Like it’s drawin’ me in, tellin’ me I’m alright.
The smell of mesquite rides the evenin’ air,
And I swear I feel your fingers runnin’ through my hair.

That old Amarillo sky’s burnin’ gold and red,
Just like all the memories runnin’ through my head.
I’ve been gone too long, but the truth rings clear—
Every sunset whispers, “Boy, you belong right here.”

I’m on my way home to Texas, where the wide winds blow,
Where the rivers run free and the longhorns roam.
From the plains to the pines, it’s the place I know best—
I’m headin’ back down to the heart of the West.
Yeah, I’m on my way home to Texas—
Where my soul finds rest.

Now the porch light’s glowin’ at the end of the lane,
And I hear mama callin’ out my name.
There’s a peace you find where the heart connects—
And mine beats strongest deep in Texas.

I’m on my way home to Texas, where the wide winds blow,
Where the rivers run free and the longhorns roam.
From the plains to the pines, it’s the place I know best—
I’m headin’ back down to the heart of the West.
Yeah, I’m on my way home to Texas—
Where my soul finds rest.

Dust settles easy when the journey’s done,
And a Texas sunrise is second to none.
I’m finally home—and all I can say is:
There’s no sweeter road than the one back to Texas.