PO Box 305
Somerset, KY 42502


Angel In Your Eyes
Ballad In Plain Bb

Banks of the Oswego
Bluebird Blues
Bones Do Rattle
Colin's Song
Comin' Home to Say Goodbye
Could've Been In Kansas
Cumberland Rose
Dark Clouds
Darlin' Susie
David K
Down By The Willow Grove
Farewell My Crazy Love
Give Me That Book
Golf Incident
Hands Of An Artist
Heavenward Bound
Hey Little Red Bird
I Can't Open That Door
I Can't Sing This Song
I Don't Know Why You Come Here
I Thought Heaven Was Calling Me Home
It's a Long Long Way Up this Mountain
It's Not Over
Little Old Church
Low Bossie Low
Make Them Chickens Fly
Mama, Put Down That Picture
More To You Than Meets The Heart
Name On A Stone (Anna)
Oh, I Remember That Song
The Old Man Has Gone
On A Quiet Morning In Spring
One More Banjo Laid Down
Passages of Time
Play Me Your Song
Pray Our Songs To Keep
Rock Bottom is a Solid Place to Start
Rollin' Hills Of Mexico
Rose of the Genesee
Rust on the Tracks
The Sailor's Curse
Sandy Beach
The Seeds They Sowed
Silent Lonesome Sound
Singing Just For Friends
Song For Someone
Song For Texas
Steal You Away
Stone By Stone
Telephone Blues
That Lovers' Tune
We Never Did Get To See Albert Einstein
When I'm With You
Where Do The Butterflies Dance?
Wildwood Flower Seeds



Song For TexasPDF
Words and Music by Joe LaMay

Well it’s hard to tell folks if they haven’t been there
About the cool Texas mornings in the clear Texas air
And there’s something ‘bout a sunrise on a wide southern plain
It just sticks in my heart ‘till I go back again

Well I first saw the lone star down near San Antone
I knew I wouldn’t be staying - couldn’t call it my home
So I took just enough to call Texas my friend
As I headed up north to the panhandle plain

Well hello Amarillo with your sweet Spanish name
The dust of your history runs through your veins
And the ghosts of your cattle drives still seemed so real
As I followed their tracks through petroleum fields

Well I stayed through the fall ‘till the coming of snow
Then it’s off to California - out west I did go
But I took just enough to call Texas my friend
‘Cause I knew in my heart I would see her again

Here’s to the canyons and here’s to the streams
Here’s to the West Texas plains
And here’s to the river they call Rio Grande
Here’s ‘till I’m with her again

Once I passed Amarillo on the way to New York
I only stayed for an hour and it was too short
Then I drove on to Shamrock for food and for gas
Then back to the highway with more time to pass

But now I’m coming back Texas - I’m gonna be with you soon
So hold on to that sunrise and the big Texas moon
I’ll not waste a minute of the time we will spend
And I’ll take just enough to call you my friend

©1988 Joe LaMay. Pressed For Time, BMI.
All rights reserved.

Pressed For Time
PO Box 305
Somerset, KY 42502

Released on:
Flour City Folk Late For The Meeting (1988)
Local Folkel Records
Joe LaMay Behind The Wheel (1991)
Local Folkel Records