Capo 2 
 
D            G          D               G 
Fire me up a cigarette, turn that radio down 
D             G                     D     A       D 
I feel a song coming on, it?s got a Texas kind of sound 
          Em                              F                            G 
There?s a black top underneath my wheels, cutting a path through these Texas hills 
                  D 
Just take a look around 
 
 
The heat is rising off the black top, ain?t seen a car in miles 
Each new bend is like a long-lost friend, makes me want to search a while 
And words can?t describe the way I feel when I get lost in these Texas hills 
Just take a look around 
 
Fiddle solo 
 
    A                           G 
And last night in my dreams God spoke to me out loud 
  A                                             G                      D 
I asked him what heaven?s really like he said, ?Son, just take a look around.? 
 
  
So fire me up a cigarette, turn that radio down 
I feel a song coming on, it?s got a Texas kind of sound 
And words can?t describe the way I feel when I get lost in these Texas hills 
Just take a look around