Little Hand Lyrics

It's a long, long way from Tennessee to Texas

Across the mighty Mississippi to the Red River line

From the Cumberland Gap to El Camino Real

A land both beautiful and wild

Traveled all the way to Natchitoches, Louisiana

Across to Nacogdoches, bound for San Antone

640 acres of some rich bottom land, and I'll build myself a home

There's a full moon shinin' on my empty heart

And a cold wind whistlin' through the pines

So I'll cast my gaze upon that lone star

Is that your little hand in mine

I had hoped to make my way back to you next spring

Bring you to this paradise so fair

We would live out our days on the Bois D'Arc Creek

With the beaver and the otter and the bear

Oh, the lonesome sound of the Chuck-will's-widow

Where the dogwoods bloom, and the mockingbirds sing

The garden spot of the world, with the post oak and the hickory

And the fragrance of sweet Williams that the evening breezes bring

There's a full moon shinin' on my empty heart

And a cold wind whistlin' through the pines

So I'll cast my gaze upon that lone star

Is that your little hand in mine

I came here with Crockett in the year of 36

How I wish you were here with me

Crockett plays the devil's box, midst these old adobe walls

Brings a lift to my spirit, takes me back to Tennessee

I will spend my life for Texas, and make my stand with Travis

For I am a man of honor and the promise and the blood

Kindly spread my ashes on the banks of the Bois D'Arc

From the Red to the Jordan, waitin' for you from above

There's a full moon shinin' on my empty heart

And a cold wind whistlin' through the pines

So I'll cast my gaze upon that lone star

Is that your little hand in mine

Yes, I'll cast my gaze upon that long star

Is that your little hand in mine