He was just eighteen
Full of fire and gasoline
He was lean and mean
And they called him TexasHe went off to war
To a far and distant shore
He'd never left his home before
He was from TexasAs they stormed that beach one foggy summer day
He said if I don't make it back promise me one thingTake me home if I die
When I'm gone don't ya cry
Find some shade right beside a live oak tree
Sing those old songs of faith
I'll fly away amazing grace
But you find comfort knowing that my soul found peace
And you can bury me beneath the deep blue skies of TexasWell she was just eighteen
Prettiest thing he'd ever seen
Like a real life beauty queen
And someday she'd be his wifeBut for the next four years
She fought back her tears
While he fought back his fears
Fighting for his lifeAnd in his darkest hours
Her love would bring him a light
He would read her letters
He would pray at nightTake me home if I die
When I'm gone don't ya cry
Find some shade right beside a live oak tree
Sing those old songs of faith
I'll fly away amazing grace
But you find comfort knowing that my soul found peace
And you can bury me beneath the deep blue skies of TexasHe always said the real heroes
Never made it back home
And though the war was long over
You know for him it still lived on
And it still lives onWhen he was eighty-three
Still full of fire and gasoline
He was still lean and mean
And they still called him TexasAnd on the day he died
She was right there by his side
She held his hand as she softly sang his lullabyTake me home if I die
When I'm gone don't ya cry
Find some shade right beside a live oak tree
Sing those old songs of faith
I'll fly away amazing grace
But you find comfort knowing that my soul found peace
And you can bury me
You can bury me
You can bury me beneath the deep blue skies of Texas
Songwriters
Aaron WatsonPublished by
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