Opened a window
And the love flew right out
It followed the money
It could not live without
You went to Texas
Where the wild roses grow
I wanted to follow you there
But you said no
And the talk of the town
Was your little red dress
The talk of the town
Was your little red dress
I have to confess
That I loved you the best
Now I look out that window
On our old solid ground
I know you were searching for something
I guess you found what you found
Down there in Texas
Where the wild roses grow
It tore me to pieces
When I let you go
And the talk of the town
Still your little red dress
The talk of the town
Still your little red dress
I have to confess
That I loved you the best
