Text: Jimmie Dale Gilmore. Because of the Wind.

Do you know why the trees bend at the west Texas border?
Do you know why they bend and sway and twine?
The trees bend because of the wind along that lonesome border
The trees bend because of the wind, all along the line

Have you seen my Caroleen up in Amarillo?
Have you seen my Caroleen, the one that I call mine?
Well, if you see my Caroleen with her hair of yellow
If you see my Caroleen, tell her I'm doin' fine

She is to me just like the breeze that blows from Corpus Christi
She is to me just like the breeze that blows up from the sea
Well, if she is like the breeze that blows from Corpus Christi
Then I must be like the trees 'cause Caroleen blows through me

Do you know why the trees bend at the west Texas border?
Do you know why they bend and sway and twine?
The trees bend because of the wind along that lonesome border
The trees bend because of the wind, almost all the time
The trees bend because of the wind, all along the line