作曲 : Charles Chaplin
I'm tired of the city,
of smoke stack and steel,
I' m tired of the grind,
of the factory wheel,
I ' m spreadin' my wings,
And i'm ready to fly,
To the land of the wide open sky.
I'm bound for texas,
bound for texas,
bound for texas land,
to hear the moo and rattle,
of snakes and cattle,
I'm bound for texas land.
I will save up my money,
And look for a wife,
a wife who be true,
And a pal for life,
I'll build her a home,
And a room for a child,
with the roses, around growing wild
I'm bound for texas,
bound for texas,
bound for texas land,
to hear the moo and rattle,
of snakes and cattle,
I'm bound for texas land
I'll sing her a song
at the end of the day,
a song that will drive all our cares away,
I'll sing out the prairie,
The blue starry skies,
And the star shinin' bright in her eyes
I'm bound for texas,
bound for texas,
bound for texas land,
to hear the moo and rattle,
of snakes and cattle,
I'm bound for texas land