Say if you're South of Oklahoma, east of New Mexico, West of Louisiana, where Papa Charles always go We gotta a little place called Texas where the women grow on trees There right there for the pickin' good buddy just as easy as a man could please Run take a hold You're gonna get young 'fore ya get old Those Texas ladies are Texas gold Kisses that are sweeter than cactus take no practice to love yeah Now there east of Amarillo, a little south of old Dime Box You can find a Cinderella or a genuine Goldilocks And if ya don't like no love attachments, if your taste in women gets strange You could probably find some things to live on, down in old La Grange Chorus 2: You better run tell the world You gotta have a Lone Star girl With her cast iron curls Her aluminum dimples cause she's so simple to love Now she's probably in Dallas, maybe down in old Cowtown I've heard tell Texas women beat the others lyin' down I just thought I might tell you in case you were unaware 'Bout those northeast Texas women with their cotton candy hair Chorus 3: You run dig a hole You gonna get young before you get old Now Texas women are Texas gold Ahh there sweeter than cactus Easy to love, yeah, easy to love Easy to love, mmmmm Chorus 4: You run tell the world, How you'll get Lone star girls With their cast iron curls, She's sweeter than cactus And easy to love....