I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the Texas Music Nation;
And to the campfires by which we stand, One Nation, 
Under Willie, invincible, with hot chili and cold beer for all!


There's a stage being built, guitars being tuned, 
The tents, trailers and motor homes will be arriving soon.
The snap of the Texas Flag flying in the sky, 
Chili that's so hot it brings a tear to a glass eye.

We're the Texas Music Nation, on a weekend reservation.
A native tribe that's gathered for a Lonestar Celebration.
A united congregation, with total dedication, no logic 
or explanation for the Texas Music Nation.

The circle won't be broken when the last act is done. 
The smoke signals that the campfires have begun. 
A merry band of nomads have gathered here,
Good friends, good music and a whole lot of beer.

We're the Texas Music Nation, on a weekend reservation.
It's a Lonestar Celebration; we're the Texas Music Nation.

There's a grass roots sound, a feeling of the past,
Like Woodstock and the Opry together at last.
The soul of country music lives on in you and me, 
We're not alone; this is one big family.

We're the Texas Music Nation, on a weekend reservation.
A native tribe that's gathered for a Lonestar Celebration.
A united congregation, with total dedication, 
No logic or explanation, We're the Texas Music Nation.

Written by B&D Powell, Tex-Western Pub. (c) 2003

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