Lyrics & Music by J. C. Hyke, Billy Holt, & Paul Martin
I was born in Dallas, but moved when I was one
Grew up playing little league, ‘neath that California sun
Never heard the Opry, never broke a horse
But something deep inside me knew where my heart was
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And it wasn’t on the streets of Hollywood
Under palm trees and city lights
But somewhere on a front porch
Picking guitar on a summer night
I was never into surfing
Or that L.A. night club scene
The more I heard that steel guitar
The more I knew where I should be
I was raised in California, but I got Texas blood in me
Lately I’ve been thinking, the south is where I ought a be
Pick up trucks and cowboys hats, and southern hospitality
They took me out of Texas, but the rebel was too strong
So I’m headed down to Dixie, back where I belong - Repeat Chorus
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Real hardcore football fans, lighting bugs and catching bass
Country girls, sweet ice tea, fried greed tomatoes and black eyed peas
I’m the black sheep of my Yankee family
‘Cause I’ve got Texas blood in me
Ahh I’ve got rebel blood
Ahh I’ve got southern blood
Ahh I’ve got Texas blood
ASCAP © 2003 J. C. Hyke ASCAP © 2003 Kettle Ridge Publishing