D                                     G    Em   A 
Girl it seems we won’t be coming home soon 
   D                              G            Em   A
If Corpus finds me singing my old highway tune
        Em               A              D 
I could make you swear I hung the Texas moon
        D                          G   Em   A
Can you hear a bird when it whispers
        D                        G    Em   A
Can you feel the sun when it hides
        Bm          A     G 
Can you walk a mile in my footsteps
          Bm         A    G  
Would you stay w/ me for awhile
      Em               A              D
I can make you swear I hung the Texas Moon
 

Well the band is my brother 
And the road he keeps me high
Yeah the van it is my home girl 
But it seems to keep me in line
And sometimes I swear I hung the Texas Moon 
 
Well the harps are playing while the angels cry
If you’re a God send girl why’d you have to die?
Well for 20 years I cried and for 15 years I tried
To make you think I could hang the Texas Moon