Well it goes to St. Louis, down to Missouri
Oklahoma City looks so, so pretty
You’ll see Amarillo, Gallup, New Mexico
Flagstaff, Arizona, don’t forget Wynonna
Kingman, Barstow, San Bernardino
You get hip to this kind of tip
And go take that California trip
Get your kicks on Route 66
When that sun is high In that Texas sky
I’ll be buckin’ at the county fair.
Amarillo by mornin’,
Amarillo – I’ll be there.
Amarillo By Morning – George Strait
-“BB”-
Texas
Oh that’s where I
Belong
It seems to me
Texas
Lonesome star
Shine on
The big country
Texas
With open skies
And you
For company
Texas
Oh prairie rose
How happy
I should be
The coyotes wail along the trail
Deep in the heart of Texas
The rabbits rush around the brush
Deep in the heart of Texas
Yeah, they ran through the briers and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn’t go
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn’t catch 'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Mississippi Queen
If you know what I mean
Mississippi Queen
She taught me everything
This lady she asked me, if I would be her man?
You know that I told her, I’d do what I can
Playing with the queen of hearts
Knowing it ain’t really smart
The joker ain’t the only fool
Who’ll do anything for you
Laying out another lie
Thinking 'bout a life of crime
'Cause that’s what I’ll have to do
To keep me away from you
Look at those jokers
Glued to that damn hockey game
Hey honey-you’ve got lots of cash
Bring us round a bottle
And we’ll have some laughs
Gin’s what I’m drinking
I was raised on robbery
I like a good beer buzz early in the mornin’
And Billy likes to peel the labels from his bottles of Bud
He shreds them on the bar
Then he lights every match in an oversized pack
Letting each one burn down to his thick fingers
Before blowing and cursing them out
He’s watching the bottles of Bud as they spin on the floor
Get a load-a RC Cola
TV dinners
And it takes a pink burrito
For to keep me clean (for to keep me clean)
TV dinners
I’m feelin’ kinda rough
TV dinners
This one’s kinda tough
I like the enchiladas
And the teriyaki too
I even like the chicken
If the sauce is not too blue
Your doggie’s gonna have a puppy, and we’re running out of Coke.
No enchiladas in the icebox, and the television’s broke.
I saw some lipstick on your sweatshirt, I smell some perfume in your
Ear.
Well, if you’re gonna keep on messin’, don’t bring your business back
A-here.
Speedy Gonzales, Pat Boone
Now Ol’ Red he’s the damnedest dog that I’ve ever seen
Got a nose that can smell a two day trail
He’s a four legged tracking machine
You can consider yourself mighty lucky
To get past the gators and the quicksand beds
But all these years that I’ve been here
Ain’t nobody got past Red
And the warden sang
Come on somebody
Why don’t you run
Ol’ Red’s itchin’ to have a little fun
Get my lantern
Get my gun
Red’ll have you treed before the mornin’ comes
Then one day Pappy took Widder Norton
Out on a jamboree
And when he took her home at sun-up
Brother Norton raised his gun up
And chased Pappy up in the tree
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Trees, Paul Robeson
Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you’ve got 'til it’s gone
They paved paradise, put up a parking lot
(Ooh, bop-bop-bop-bop, ooh, bop-bop-bop-bop)
They took all the trees put ‘em in a tree museum
And they charged the people a dollar an’ a half just to see 'em
And daddy won’t you take me back to Muhlenberg County
Down by the Green River where Paradise lay
Well, I’m sorry my son, but you’re too late in asking
Mister Peabody’s coal train has hauled it away
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Take me home (oh won’t you please take me home)
Take me down to the paradise city
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
Take me home (oh won’t you please take me home)
I don’t know why I love her like I do
All the changes you put me through
Take my money, my cigarettes
I haven’t seen the worst of it yet
I wanna know, can you tell me
Am I in love to stay?
Take me to the river, drop me in the water
Take me to the river, dip me in the water
Washing me down, washing me down
Note: Talking Heads’ lyrics, rather than Al Green’s lyrics 
I’m so hard to handle
I’m selfish and I’m sad
Now I’ve gone and lost the best baby
That I ever had
Oh, I wish I had a river
I could skate away on