You reared me, you raised me, I'm your native sonEver forgivin' the wrongs that I've doneLocked up in Little Rock, broke down to the boneI'll be free tomorrow, I'm comin' homeSweet Mother Texas, rock-a-bye meI've seen all the places I wanna seeIt's time this old rounder set his mind at easeSweet Mother Texas, rock-a-bye meShe laughed at my boots and my slow Texas drawlI'll bend a lot, but be damned if I crawlI cannot be what she wants me to beSweet Mother Texas, rock-a-bye meSweet Mother Texas, rock-a-bye meI've seen all the places I wanna seeIt's time this old rounder set his mind at easeSweet Mother Texas, rock-a-bye me
