When I got home, it was waiting there -- a postcard from far away.
It said it wished that I was there, deep in the heart of Texas.
She wrote a poem about a prairie sky, and the stars, they shine over Texas.
She drew a picture of a yellow rose, a setting sun, and cactus.
When I got home, it was waiting there -- a postcard from far away.
It made me want to be with her on there, the stars of Texas.
It made me want to stay with her out where a friend is a friend.
It made me want to be with her, deep in the heart of Texas.