In the heart of Texas, where the sun beats down
Lived an old man, Ol' Pecan, the sleepiest in town
He's seen a hundred summers, maybe even more
But his eyelids are heavy, right down to the floor
He'd start his day with coffee, black as night
But by the second sip, he'd dim his light
His head would gently nod, then a little snore
Ol' Pecan was nappin', right there by the door.
(Chorus)
Sixty-five naps a day, that's Ol' Pecan's plight
From the mornin' sun to the pale moonlight
He'd find a cozy corner, a fence post, or a chair
And drift off to dreamland, without a single care
The world keeps spinnin', fast and free
But Ol' Pecan's slumberin', for all the world to see.
(Verse 2)
He'd be fixin' a fence, hammer in his hand
Then wake up with a jolt, confused, in the sand
Tried to milk the cow once, got halfway through the pail
Woke up in the hay, listenin' to a quail
His wife, she'd just sigh, with a knowing little smile
"Pecan, you been napping for a mighty long while!"
He'd rub his eyes slowly, a twinkle in his gaze
"Just restin' these old bones, in these long Texas days."
(Chorus)
Sixty-five naps a day, that's Ol' Pecan's plight
From the mornin' sun to the pale moonlight
He'd find a cozy corner, a fence post, or a chair
And drift off to dreamland, without a single care
The world keeps spinnin', fast and free
But Ol' Pecan's slumberin', for all the world to see.
(Bridge)
Folks would come from far and wide, just to see him doze
He'd nap through thunderstorms, and even through the crows
Some thought he was lazy, some thought he was strange
But Ol' Pecan just smiled, never felt the need to change
He'd say, "Life's a marathon, not a frantic sprint
And a good long nap, well, it's a heavenly hint."
(Chorus)
Sixty-five naps a day, that's Ol' Pecan's plight
From the mornin' sun to the pale moonlight
He'd find a cozy corner, a fence post, or a chair
And drift off to dreamland, without a single care
The world keeps spinnin', fast and free
But Ol' Pecan's slumberin', for all the world to see.
(Outro)
So if you're ever in Texas, and you see an old man deep
In a peaceful slumber, counts his blessings, and his sleep
It's probably Ol' Pecan, a legend in his time
Just catching forty winks, one nap at a time.
Yeah, sixty-five naps a day, that's the Texas way.