I wanna tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
  Comes out of the Virginia swamps
  Cool and slow with plenty of precision
  With a back beat narrow and hard to master
    Some call it heavenly in it's brilliance
  Others, mean and rueful of the Western dream
  I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft
  We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping
  This is the land where the Pharaoh died
    The Negroes in the forest brightly feathered
  They are saying, "Forget the night.
  Live with us in forests of azure.
  Out here on the perimeter there are no stars
  Out here we is stoned - immaculate."
    Listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the heartache
  I'll tell you 'bout the heartache and the lose of God
  I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
  The meager food for souls forgot
  I'll tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul
    I'll tell you this
  No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn
    I'll tell you 'bout Texas Radio and the Big Beat
  Soft drivin', slow and mad, like some new language
    Now, listen to this, and I'll tell you 'bout the Texas
  I'll tell you 'bout the Texas Radio
  I'll tell you 'bout the hopeless night
  Wandering the Western dream
  Tell you 'bout the maiden with wrought iron soul