Ballad Of The Texas Gentlemen Lyrics

Packin' up the suitcase
We wear our dirty clothes
The sound of music in our hearts
Where it comes from we don't know

We're gone again, runnin' down this dream
New York City was a hell of a show
Take us down to New Orleans

A guitar man on one side
A piano's man's left hand
Scott and Paul gonna hold it down
We're The Texas Gentlemen

We're gone again, runnin' down this dream
New York City was a hell of a show
Take us down to New Orleans

Sleepin' thru the days' time
And wide awake all night
Amplifiers in our heads
And we brace the morning light

We're gone again, runnin' down this dream
New York City was a hell of a show
Take us down to New Orleans

Our life is down the highway
Our work is in the band
Who knows how long we'll be around
You better catch us if you can

We're gone again, runnin' down this dream
New York City was a hell of a show
Take us down to New Orleans

Rollin' down the highway
The end is out of sight
Richard rises up that bow
He's gonna set the roof on fire

We're gone again, runnin' down this dream
New York City was a hell of a show
Take us down to Abilene

Well we're gone again, runnin' down this dream
New York City was a hell of a show
Take us down to New Orleans

We're gone again, runnin' down this dream
New York City was a hell of a show
Take us down to New Orleans
Down to New Orleans
Down to New Orleans