Texas can you hear me?. Speed up on the dawn.. To the plains and blues of Houston. In the sun.. Where home is a rust. In the parish of space dust. Where the mountains die.
I want to go back to my little grass shack. In Kealakekua, Hawaii. I want to be with all the kanes and wahines. That I knew long ago. I can hear old guitars are playing.
I want to go back to my little grass shack in Kealakekua, Hawaii. I want to be with all the kanes and wahines that I knew long ago. I can hear old guitars a playing, on the beach at Hoonaunau.
There's a sunny little funny little melody. That was started by a native down in Waikiki. He would gather a crowd down beside the sea. And they'd play his gay Hawaiian chant.
I want to go back to my little grass shack in Kealakekua, Hawaii. I want to be with all the kanes and wahines that I knew long ago. I can hear old guitars a playing, on the beach at Hoonaunau.
I want to go back to the little grass shack in Kealakekua Hawaii. I want to be with all the kanes and wahines that I used to know long ago. I can hear the old guitars a playing on the beach at Honaunau.
THERE'S A PLACE IN HAWAII. THAT IS VERY DEAR TO ME. I AM HOMESICK AS CAN BE. WON'T YOU LISTEN TO MY PLEA?. . I WANT TO GO BACK TO MY LITTLE GRASS SHACK IN KEALAKEKUA HAWAII.