Lyrics:

Say if you're south of Oklahoma
East of New Mexico
West of Louisiana
Where Papa Charles always go
We got a little place we call Texas
Where the women just grow on trees
Right there for the pickin' good, buddy
Just as easy as a man could please

Run, take a hold
You gon' get young 'fore you get old
Those Texas ladies are Texas gold
Kisses sweeter than cactus
Take no practice to love, yeah

Now there east of Amarillo
A little south of old Dime Box
You can find a Cinderella, yeah, or a genuine Goldilocks
If you don't like no love attachments
If your taste in women gets strange
You could probably find some things to live on down in old La Grange

You'd run, tell the world
You gotta have a Lone Star girl
With her cast iron curls
Her aluminum dimples
'Cause she's so simple to love, yeah

Now she's probably in Dallas
Maybe down in old Cowtown
I've heard 'em tell Texas women
Beat the others lyin' down
I just thought I might tell you
In case you were unaware
'Bout those northeast Texas women
With their cotton candy hair

You run, dig a hole
You gon' get young 'fore you get old
Texas women are Texas gold
Ah, they're sweeter than cactus, woah

Easy to love, yeah
Easy to love
Woah, easy to love, mmm

You run, tell the world
How you'll get Lone star girls
With their cast iron curls
She's sweeter than cactus
And easy to love