The oil fires of Texas up around Van Horn, were never shining darker than the day I was born.
The mountains were flat, the weather was warm, water was scarce in the heartbeat of my storm.

I feel like one more coyote looking for a home, I feel like one more coyote, destined to roam.
I feel like one more coyote, looking for a meal, I feel like one more coyote,
Looking for a warm bed to steal.

Texas Highway, take me somewhere where it's warm, Texas Highway, take me away from this storm.
Texas Highway, bring her back to me, Texas Highway, you're all I got to set me free.