A TOUCH OF TEXAS
From "Seven Days Leave" (1942)
(Jimmy McHugh / Frank Loesser)

Marcy McGuire (with Harold Peary, Peter Lind Hayes, and Victor Mature)

Also recorded by :
Freddy Martin & His Orch. (vocals : Eddie Stone and Glen Hughes)


McGuire:
Headin' for that depot,
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye;
Headin' for that depot,
And here's the reason why:

Ensemble: Why, gal why?

McGuire:
Got a touch of Texas in my talk,
I got too much of Texas in my talk;
Oh, this place will be my ruin,
Ki-yi-yip-pin' and wahooin',
Oh, take me back to Noo Yawk!
Got a touch of Texas in my hair,
Got too much of Texas in my hair.
Yes, the sand from Amarillo
Keeps a scratchin' on my pillow,
Oh, take me back to Times Square!
For I've seen ev'ry part of,
Ev'ry part of
What I'm deep in the heart of.

Got a touch of Texas in my walk,
Got too much of Texas in my walk.
Oh, the sage may be a-bloomin',
But for miles there's nothin' human,
Take me back to Noo Yawk!

Headin' for that depot,
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye;
Headin' for that depot,
And here's the reason why:

Hayes:
Now wait a minute si,*
You've got a touch of Texas in your walk-

Peary:
Got too much of Texas in your walk.

McGuire:
I rode a bronco down in Dallas
So be careful of my callus,
Take me back to Noo Yawk!

Peary:
[Spoken]
Hold on, chum, you got Texas on your brain, yeah.

Hayes:
[Sung}
Yeah, too much Texas on your brain,

McGuire:
Oh, the brush that's full of rabbits
Got me in these jumpin' habits-
Put me back on that train!
For I've seen ev'ry part of

[Clap-clap-clap-clap]

Just what I'm deep in the heart of.
That's why I'm headin' for the depot,
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

Mature:
You'll never make the depot,
And here's the reason why:
You got too much of Texas in you, gal.

McGuire:
And that's too much of Texas for me, pal.

Hayes:
I reckon I will have to stop you.
If'n you move, I'll have to drop you.

Peary:
Get back in your corral.

Mature:
You got too much Texas in your talk.

McGuire:
I got too much of Texas in my walk.
But the funny part about it
Is that I can do without it.
Don't take me back, don't take me back,
Oh, please don't
Take me back to New York!

Unused Lyrics

Got a touch of Texas in my face,
Got too much of Texas in my face.
Oh, that sunshine in Laredo,
Got it like a ripe tomato.
Oh, take me out of this place!

*He says "si" (pronounced "sigh"), which is his slang
for "sister".


(Contributed by Carlene Bogle - March 2005
Source: My book, "The Complete Lyrics Of Frank Loesser")


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A TOUCH OF TEXAS
From the motion picture "Moon Over Las Vegas" (1944)
(Jimmy McHugh / Frank Loesser)

Connie Haines


Got a touch of Texas in my talk
Got too much of Texas in my walk,
Oh, this place will be my ruin,
Ki-yi-yip-pin' and wa-hoo-in'
Oh, take me back to Noo Yawk!

Got a touch of Texas in my hair
Got too much of Texas in my hair,
Yes, the sand from Amarillo
Keeps a-scratchin' on my pillow,
Oh, take me back to Times Square
For I've seen every part of
Every part of what I'm deep
in the heart of (clap clap clap clap)

Got a touch of Texas in my talk
Got too much of Texas in my walk,
Oh, the sage may be a-bloomin'
But for miles there's nothin' human,
Oh, take me back to Noo Yawk!


(Contributed by Ferda Dolunay - March 2005)


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