TEXAS, WHERE THE MOCKIN' BIRD IS SINGIN'

VERSE 1
Oh, you ought to come to Texas,
Ef you only want to know,
How the watermelon smiles up on the vine;
Where the cottonfield is lookin'
Like a mighty heap o' snow,
An' the corn an' 'taters grow so big an' fine.  (Chorus)


VERSE 2
When the prairie is a-bloomin',
And the leaves are puttin' out,
And the people all are through a-plantin' corn;
Then we get our fishin' tackle,
And the way we catch the trout;
Oh, you never see the like since you was born.  (Chorus)


VERSE 3
When the flowers are a-bloomin',
An' the birds a-singin' sweet,
An' the golden grain a-wavin' to and fro;
An' the luscious big blackberries
Gettin' ripe enough to eat,
An' the melons on the vine begin to grow.  (Chorus)


VERSE 4
When the mockin' bird is singin',
In the willow by the stream,
An' the echo from the hillside o'er the way;
Is a-floatin' on the zephyrs,
Like a happy summer dream;
Oh! a fellow never wants to go away!  (Chorus)


VERSE 5
Oh, ef you could see the cattle,
Here, a-gazin' on the plain,
An' could see the deer an' turkey in the wood;
An' could see the crops a-growin'
Just a-followin' a rain;
You would leave the frozen region then for good.  (Chorus)


VERSE 6
Come, now, let us go a-fishin',
An' a-huntin' once or twice,
An' let's gt a taste o' Texas possum pie;
An' that Texas watermelon--
Ef you only get a slice,
Oh, you couldn't stay away ef you's to try.  (Chorus)

CHORUS
Oh, when the spring is comin',
Then you hear the bees a hummin',
See the butterflies a flyin' roun' so gay;
An' beside the crystal rill,
You can hear the whipporwill;
An' the mockin' bird is singin' of his lay.