Missing Texas

Last night I dreamed about my home, I dreamed that I wasn't alone. I dreamed of the gulf wind blowing fair, I dreamed all night that I was there. I dreamed about the open range, while in a land that seems so strange, I dreamed of lonely country roads, And white faced cattle mooing low. I dreamed of lazy summer days, In Port Mansfield by the bay. Catching croker, reds and trout, It was a dream, without a doubt. When morning lightened up the sky, I came awake, opened my eyes. And had to stifle a big sigh, because cowboys ain't supposed to cry. 4/27/10 29 palms ca.