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On my way to Italy from the Gulf of Mexico Riding on a tanker, feeling mighty lowMy good gal's behind me, no loving for so longI'm going back to Texas, for that's where I belongNights are so lonely on the oceanTo much time to dream of yesterdayIf only I could carry out my notionAnd hit the trail for Texas right awayOn my way to Italy from the Gulf of Mexico Riding on a tanker, feeling mighty lowMy good gal's behind me, no loving for so longI'm going back to Texas, for that's where I belongI never thought I was leaving I could get so blue out on the seaBut I'll bet you after all this grieving Its that good old Texas soil for meOn my way to Italy from the Gulf of Mexico Riding on a tanker, feeling mighty lowMy good gal's behind me, no loving for so longI'm going back to Texas, for that's where I belong From Letras Mania