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Song Info
Genre
Charts
#177 today
Peak #26
#29 in subgenre
Peak #8
Author
Mike Morgan, Jeff Elliot, Robert George
Uploaded
September 29, 2025
Track Files
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MP3 4.9 MB • 172 kbps • 3:59
Lyrics
Texas Caravan
Jeff Elliott, Robert George and Mike Morgan
It was after school on Friday
Packed in that ole yellow bus
Coach was chewin on a stogie
Sayin he counted on us
Cos the Panthers were our rivals
And this was Coachs last game
A new guyd been hired, Coach was gonna retire
To his farmhouse on the plains
But a proud old Baptist preacher
Coached the big, tough Panther team
When we faced em on their home field
Him and our coach fought and screamed
So I looked around behind me
Saw that convoy one mile long
Traffics always heavy, line of Fords n Chevys
Followin to cheer us on
Mostly simple farmin folk
More than half their pick-ups smoke
And theyre creepin down that blacktop
At a speed thats almost stop
Tumbleweeds n dusty old sedans
People watch em when they pass
Few things are majestic as
A Texas caravan
We were winnin 12 to 7
With less than ten seconds left
Then the other offense fumbled
That preacher screamin at the ref
Hoisted Coach upon our shoulders
Then got on that bus again
Then Coach looked behind him, saw somethin to remind him
That the game was at an end
Mostly simple southwest folk
More than half their pick-ups smoke
And theyre creepin down that blacktop
At a speed thats almost stop
Tumbleweeds n dusty old sedans
People watch em when they pass
Few things are majestic as
A Texas caravan
It was during Spring semester
Teacher told us in math class
Then they cancelled school for two days
And the state flag flew half mast
People drove out to the graveyard
On a cold, rainy Friday
Coaches, kids and teachers, a mean old Baptist preacher
Cryin down that long highway
Mostly simple farmin folk
Wantin to say good bye to coach
And theyre creepin down that blacktop
At a speed thats almost stop
Tumbleweeds n dusty old sedans
People watch em when they pass
Few things are majestic as
A Texas caravan
Texas Caravan
Jeff Elliott, Robert George and Mike Morgan
It was after school on Friday
Packed in that ole yellow bus
Coach was chewin on a stogie
Sayin he counted on us
Cos the Panthers were our rivals
And this was Coachs last game
A new guyd been hired, Coach was gonna retire
To his farmhouse on the plains
But a proud old Baptist preacher
Coached the big, tough Panther team
When we faced em on their home field
Him and our coach fought and screamed
So I looked around behind me
Saw that convoy one mile long
Traffics always heavy, line of Fords n Chevys
Followin to cheer us on
Mostly simple farmin folk
More than half their pick-ups smoke
And theyre creepin down that blacktop
At a speed thats almost stop
Tumbleweeds n dusty old sedans
People watch em when they pass
Few things are majestic as
A Texas caravan
We were winnin 12 to 7
With less than ten seconds left
Then the other offense fumbled
That preacher screamin at the ref
Hoisted Coach upon our shoulders
Then got on that bus again
Then Coach looked behind him, saw somethin to remind him
That the game was at an end
Mostly simple southwest folk
More than half their pick-ups smoke
And theyre creepin down that blacktop
At a speed thats almost stop
Tumbleweeds n dusty old sedans
People watch em when they pass
Few things are majestic as
A Texas caravan
It was during Spring semester
Teacher told us in math class
Then they cancelled school for two days
And the state flag flew half mast
People drove out to the graveyard
On a cold, rainy Friday
Coaches, kids and teachers, a mean old Baptist preacher
Cryin down that long highway
Mostly simple farmin folk
Wantin to say good bye to coach
And theyre creepin down that blacktop
At a speed thats almost stop
Tumbleweeds n dusty old sedans
People watch em when they pass
Few things are majestic as
A Texas caravan
Texas Caravan
Jeff Elliott, Robert George and Mik
