I was just a poor boy who lived on 40 acres of bad landI remember how she laughed the day I asked Joanna for her handShe called me a plow boy and said she couldn't love the blacks like meBack then we didn't know, I would soon discover Texas teaI told her that I loved her, I would work my fingers to the boneBut Joanna wanted wealth and servants and a mansion for a homeYes, I was heartbroken, Joanna didn't want me coming roundBack then we didn't know about the Texas tea that bubbled in my groundWhere once stood my cabin, I live in a southern mansion nowI gaze at the oil well that stands on the ground I used to plowYes, there's someone coming, I think it's Joanna that I seeWell, I haven't seen her since back before I found my Texas teaYou're welcome, Joanna, it's always good to see an old, old friendYes, I still remember, I loved you and I beg you for your handBut I'm just a plow boy, you couldn't love the blacks like meSo goodbye, Joanna, I've got to see you about my Texas teaYeah, goodbye, Joanna, I've got to see you about my Texas tea