Nhạc sĩ: Bill Monroe
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Texas Way Out West
Well, my old friend, the old Clay Morris, now he's gone to rest
I laid him down beneath a mountain in Texas Way Out West
For the cactus blooms over his bed beneath the coyote's cry
I know he sleeps in perfect peace beneath the Texas sky
Oh, may, oh, may, oh, may he sleep
Oh, Joe, how rich my heart will leave here alone
But now my right brain's turned on to Texas homes
Oh, my love, you old pal, it shall linger on
I will always thank you, dear love, for your dead and gone
Oh, may, oh, may, oh, may he sleep
Oh, may