Lyrics
[Country Guitar Solo]
(Verse 1)
Hello Amy, how’s it going down there in Texas?
Are you soaking up the sun, feeling free and reckless?
I’ve been thinking 'bout you and your sweet southern ways,
Tell me all about your break and those Texas days.
(Chorus)
Oh, Texas, land of wide open skies,
With BBQ, beaver nuggets, and deep-fried pies,
Cowboy boots, country tunes, and rodeo nights,
Amy, are you loving those Lone Star lights?
[Country Guitar Solo]
(Verse 2)
Have you tasted those kolaches, with a side of Tex-Mex flair?
Or bitten into brisket that melts without a care?
I bet the bluebonnets are blooming, painting fields in hues,
And you’re sipping sweet tea, enjoying those Texas views.
(Chorus)
Oh, Texas, land of wide open skies,
With BBQ, beaver nuggets, and deep-fried pies,
Cowboy boots, country tunes, and rodeo nights,
Amy, are you loving those Lone Star lights?
[Country Guitar Solo]
(Bridge)
Maybe you’re in Austin, catching live music beats,
Or strolling down in Houston, with its bustling streets,
San Antonio's River Walk, where history flows,
Or feeling the Dallas vibe, where everything grows.
(Verse 3)
Have you danced under the stars at a good old honky-tonk?
Or seen the bats in flight at dusk, right near the Congress dock?
Are you driving through the Hill Country, with its winding trails,
Or catching a football game, where passion never fails?
(Verse 4)
How are your two daughters? Are they having fun?
Chasing dreams in Texas, under the big, bright sun?
Are they playing in the fields, feeling wild and free,
Making sweet memories, just like it should be?
(Chorus)
Oh, Texas, land of wide open skies,
With BBQ, beaver nuggets, and deep-fried pies,
Cowboy boots, country tunes, and rodeo nights,
Amy, are you loving those Lone Star lights?
[Country Guitar Solo]
(Outro)
So, Amy, tell me all about your Texas days and nights,
Every sweet adventure, all those southern delights,
From Amarillo’s golden fields to Galveston’s shore,
Texas holds a million dreams, and I wanna hear them all.
Oh, Texas, I bet you're having the time of your life,
With BBQ, beaver nuggets, and deep-fried pies,
Cowboy boots, country tunes, and rodeo nights,
Amy, I know you’re loving those Lone Star lights.
But hey, I can't wait to see you back at Funko South,
To hear your Texas tales, straight from your mouth,
Danny, Melannie, Seanna, Dragon, and myself, Ghost,
We'll be expecting you, missing you the most.
[Country Guitar Solo]
