I've been on the road most all of my life,
Traveled from coast to coast.
In search of some pleasures and treasures and things.
Whatever pleased me the most.
Like bandanas and blue jeans and old cowboy clothes,
That bring back an old country song,
About rough rides and red-eyes and old broken bones,
And railroad tracks running back home.

Put me on a train back to Texas.
I've been where the highwaymen roam.
Put me on a train back to Texas.
Wake me up when we reach San Antone:
Wake me up when we reach San Antone.

Mamma says home's where the heart is,
Like Bob Wills said in a poem.
Well, my heart is there, in the middle of Texas,
Beside the old Alamo.
Like my broken-in saddle and old leather boots,
I'm worn but I'm still going strong.
Cowboys can tell when the seasons are changing,
And I think it's time to move on.

Put me on a train back to Texas.
I've been where the highwaymen roam.
Put me on a train back to Texas.
Wake me up when we reach San Antone
Wake me up when we reach San Antone.