Fire me up a cigarette, turn that radio down I feel a song coming on, it's got a Texas kind of sound There's a black top underneath my wheels, cutting a path through these Texas hills Just take a look around The heat is rising off the black top, ain't seen a car in miles Each new bend is like a long-lost friend, makes me want to search a while And words can't describe the way I feel when I get lost in these Texas hills Just take a look around And last night in my dreams God spoke to me out loud I asked him what heaven's really like he said, 'Son, just take a look around.' So fire me up a cigarette, turn that radio down I feel a song coming on, it's got a Texas kind of sound And words can't describe the way I feel when I get lost in these Texas hills Just take a look around