Longhorn Skyway

When you come. To Texas. To see me. I’ll be on. The outskirts. Of Cap City. Just take the Longhorn Skyway… The Hook Em Horn Byway… Crawl up one eighty three, shoot down to six twenty. Don’t stop for beer, I’ve got plenty. When you hit seventy one, you’re almost to my home. Turn on the gravel road, where the wildflowers roam. The BBQ’s smokin’, the sun’s settin’ low, We’ll sit on the porch, watch the fireflies glow. Bring your stories, your laughter, and cheer, In the heart of me and Texas, I’m sure glad you’re here.