Twisters came Galveston way
Armadillos caught up in play
Tarantulas danced to the moon
Scorpions played out of tune
Rattlesnakes brought men to their knees
Winds whipping rustling tumbleweed
Horny toads and millipedes
Branded steers and stinky weed
Rebel flags and warm beers
Dusty pants with fire ants near
Ticks, jiggers and fleas
No time for a cool breeze
Sinkholes to hell
Too hot for the devil as well
Ghost towns in the sand
Purple plains and purple hands
Women of sultry tan
Men who don’t give a damn
Hot red peppers
On Mexicalli way
Hot passion
In deserts to play
Hot as hell
Satan will say
"Way down there in Texarcana
Look what happened to Santa Anna
This is no damn place to reside
Them rangers have my hide
God post my bail!
Time to get outa this jail"