In Ft. Worth all the neon's burnin' bright. Pretty lights red and blue. But they'd shut down all the honky tonks tonight. And say a prayer or two. If they only knew. You used to say the highway was your home. But we both know that ain't true. It's just the only place a man can go. When he don't know where he's travelin' to. But Colorado's always clean and healin'. And Tennessee in Spring is green and cool. It never really was your kind of town. But you went around with the Ft. Worth Blues. Somewhere up beyond the great divide. Where the sky is wide and the clouds are few. A man can see his way clear to the light. Just hold on tight. That's all you gotta do. And they say Texas weather's always changin'. And one thing change'll bring is somethin' new. And Houston really ain't that bad a town. So you hang around with the Ft. Worth Blues. There's a full moon over Galway Bay tonight. Silver light over green and blue. And every place I travel through I find. Some kinda sign that you've been through. But Amsterdam was always good for grieving. And London never fails to leave me blue. Paris never was my kinda town. So I walked around with the Ft. Worth Blues.