D G D G
Fire me up a cigarette, turn that radio down
D G D A D
I feel a song coming on, it?s got a Texas kind of sound
Em F G
There?s a black top underneath my wheels, cutting a path through these Texas hills
D
Just take a look around
The heat is rising off the black top, ain?t seen a car in miles
Each new bend is like a long-lost friend, makes me want to search a while
And words can?t describe the way I feel when I get lost in these Texas hills
Just take a look around
Fiddle solo
A G
And last night in my dreams God spoke to me out loud
A G D
I asked him what heaven?s really like he said, ?Son, just take a look around.?
So fire me up a cigarette, turn that radio down
I feel a song coming on, it?s got a Texas kind of sound
And words can?t describe the way I feel when I get lost in these Texas hills
Just take a look around