| E | |
| The st | ars at night are big and bright |
| B7 | |
| (Deep in the heart of T | exas) |
| B7 | |
| The pr | airie sky is wide and high |
| E | |
| (Deep in the heart of T | exas) |
| E | |
| The s | age in bloom is like perfume |
| B7 | |
| (Deep in the heart of T | exas) |
| B7 | |
| Rem | inds me of the one I love |
| E | |
| (Deep in the heart of T | exas) |
| E | |
| The c | owboys cry ki-yip-pie-yi |
| B7 | |
| (Deep in the heart of T | exas) |
| B7 | |
| The r | abbits rush around the brush |
| E | |
| (Deep in the heart of T | exas) |
| E | |
| The c | oyotes wail along the trail |
| B7 | |
| (Deep in the heart of T | exas) |
| B7 | |
| The d | oggies bawl and bawl and bawl |
| E | |
| (Deep in the heart of T | exas) |
