I was just a poor boy who lived on 40 acres of bad land
I remember how she laughed the day I asked Joanna for her hand
She called me a plow boy and said she couldn't love the blacks like me
Back then we didn't know, I would soon discover Texas tea
I told her that I loved her, I would work my fingers to the bone
But Joanna wanted wealth and servants and a mansion for a home
Yes, I was heartbroken, Joanna didn't want me coming round
Back then we didn't know about the Texas tea that bubbled in my ground
Where once stood my cabin, I live in a southern mansion now
I gaze at the oil well that stands on the ground I used to plow
Yes, there's someone coming, I think it's Joanna that I see
Well, I haven't seen her since back before I found my Texas tea
You're welcome, Joanna, it's always good to see an old, old friend
Yes, I still remember, I loved you and I beg you for your hand
But I'm just a plow boy, you couldn't love the blacks like me
So goodbye, Joanna, I've got to see you about my Texas tea
Yeah, goodbye, Joanna, I've got to see you about my Texas tea