“Some folks are shaped by where they’ve been… but some of us are shaped by where we’re from.” I was born where the bluebonnets kiss the highway, Where the sun paints gold across an open field, Where a small-town girl learns from her mama, That kindness and courage are the real deal. I grew up with a front porch full of stories, A screen door swinging in the summer heat, With a little dirt on these old boots, And a whole lot of Texas underneath. I got the West Texas wind in my backbone, The Hill Country wild in my eyes, A Lone Star shining over my shoulder, And a heart that was built to survive. They make ’em different in Texas, Where the sky’s so big you learn to dream wide, Where Friday night lights and Sunday mornings Teach you how to live with pride. She’s bluebonnets in the springtime, She’s a little thunder when storms roll in, She’s sweet tea on a front porch, And a little gasoline in her veins. She’s Buc-ee’s on a road trip, Whataburger after midnight, Dancing under neon lights, With her boots kicking up the dust just right. She’s a little bit of heaven, A little bit of hard road, A story written in the sunshine and wind. You can search this whole world over… But they make ’em different in Texas. She knows the sound of a screen door closing, The smell of barbecue on a summer night, The roar of a hometown crowd on Friday, When the whole town’s under those stadium lights. She can wear a dress to a dance hall, Or throw on jeans and help fix a fence, She knows when to pray, when to fight, And when to laugh through the crazy mess. She’s got the Gulf Coast breeze in her laughter, A little West Texas dust in her stride, A piece of every road she’s traveled, And a whole lot of Texas pride. They make ’em different in Texas, Where the sky’s so big you learn to dream wide, Where Friday night lights and Sunday mornings Teach you how to live with pride. She’s bluebonnets in the springtime, She’s a little thunder when storms roll in, She’s sweet tea on a front porch, And a little gasoline in her veins. She’s Buc-ee’s on a road trip, Whataburger after midnight, Dancing under neon lights, With her boots kicking up the dust just right. She’s a little bit of heaven, A little bit of hard road, A story written in the sunshine and wind. You can search this whole world over… But they make ’em different in Texas. From the Fort Worth Stockyards to the San Antonio lights, Where the River Walk glows on a warm summer night, From the Hill Country roads where the wildflowers grow, To the Gulf Coast waves where the ocean winds blow. From Amarillo skies stretching wide and blue, To every small town where the stars shine through, Every mile leaves a story, every scar leaves a lesson, That’s how they make ’em different in Texas. Yeah, they make ’em different in Texas, Where a woman knows exactly who she is, With a little bit of grace and a little bit of grit, And a heart that was built to never quit. She’s a front porch morning, She’s a Friday night flame, She’s a thousand little stories That made her who she became. So raise up your glass if you know one, Raise up your voice if you’ve been blessed, ’Cause you can search this whole world over… But they make ’em different… They make ’em different in Texas.
