Chris Rea

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E        B/F#                E/G#
Catch a sight of long lost summers
A                         E
Catch a dream inside your hands
A                        E        C#m7
Take me where that lady comes from
F#                       B
Take me to that far off distant land

Rain comes falling past my window
Turns my sky from blue to grey
I ain't never been to Texas
But I sure gonna meet that lady
One fine day

When Texas smiles around my bedroom
Who could ever turn her down
Tears of joy roll down my pillow
While cold north winds are blowing all around me

But I don't care, my dream is westbound
Far across that sky so grey
I ain't never been to Texas
But I sure gonna meet that lady
One fine day

She's my little Texas
My little Texas