Fallout [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word] club39777

I can see that lone star from a thousand miles away
Calling me back home though I've ventured far astray
When I see that beacon shining for me all alone
It calls me back to Texas and of home

Lone star shine down on my home town
Fill my memory light my way

Cattle in the old corral, the open range all 'round
Sunlight and the smell of new mown hay
I remember though I've wandered and much happiness I've found
Still I wish that I could be back there today

I know my home is waiting for me by the river shore
I know that all the ones I love will [bad word] me once more
In dreams I see them now though it seems I'm bound to roam
My thoughts are still of Texas and of home

 [bad word] Break*

Cattle in the old corral, the open range all 'round
Sunlight and the smell of new mown hay
I remember though I've wandered and much happiness I've found
Still I wish that I could be back there today

I know my home is waiting for me by the river shore
I know that all the ones I love will [bad word] me once more
In dreams I see them now though it seems I'm bound to roam
My thoughts are still of Texas and of home