Texan corn

Cornfields swayin' under the Texan sun, Golden as the whiskey when the day is done. I've seen it all from these worn-out boots, Riding my horse through the fields of roots. Whiskey in my hand, boots on the ground, Protecting this land, where my heart is found. Texan saloons and horses in the stall, I've seen it all, I've seen it all. From dawn till dusk, we protect and fight, Guarding our home, through the longest night. (Chorus) Whiskey in my hand, boots on the ground, protecting this land, where my heart is found. Texan saloons and horses in the stall, I've seen it all, I've seen it all. In the Texan saloon, where the stories grow old, Legends of the past, in the whiskey told. Boots scuffed with life, horses running free, This land's in my blood, forever will be. Whiskey in my hand, boots on the ground, Protecting this land, where my heart is found. Texan saloons and horses in the stall, I've seen it all, I've seen it all. Corn and whiskey, boots and pride, Horses and saloons, forever our guide. I've seen it all, and I'll see it again, In this Texan heart, where it all began.