Jane won’t you come back to Texas, come back to Texas
I bet they’d let you in
And Jane you could visit your brother, remember your brother
He wonders where you’ve been
Out on the West Coast for ten years or better, you say that it’s better
But I don’t think that’s true
And Jane you should come back to Texas, the whole state of Texas wants you

Remember that one hot as hell summer with no air conditioner
Your sweat poured down like rain
You stayed up at night, because the nights were cooler, just you and the radio
That’s how you learned to sing
You took the car once and drove to the border, you stood at the border of Louisiana state
But Jane you came back to Texas, so come back before it’s too late

It’s nine hundred miles, from Beaumont or Brownsville to the hills of El Paso
Down by the Rio Grande
And I know you feel the sweet air of springtime, the pull of your lifeline
The longing of the land
In my dream last night I was hearing your heartbeat, and even your heartbeat
It sounded so alone
But Jane, you could still come back to Texas, Texas is calling you home