This Could Be Texas (Baxter Dury Remix)

It's the year of the ox Dress me up and try to guess my weight Eight hundred people gathered at a fair In the machine age That's the wisdom of the crowds The more the merrier Ignore the farmer and his pitchfork Walk through the heather I put it into verse Put it in an envelope I put it in a postbox Someone puts it in your house And that house is in a town That town ain't far from here But it doesn't feel very near And that town is in a state And that state is in a country And that country's in a bad state There's a failure atmosphere about the place And in the end they might thank me For the garden in my name 'Cause I walk through the heather It's the year of the ox Dress me up and try to guess my weight There's eight hundred people gathered at a fair In the machine age That's the wisdom of the crowds The more the merrier Ignore the farmer and his pitchfork Walk through the heather I put it into verse Put it in an envelope I put it in a postbox Someone puts it in your house And that house is in a town That town ain't far from here But it doesn't feel very near And that town is in a state And that state is in a country And that country's in a bad state There's a failure atmosphere about the place And in the end they might thank me For the garden in my name 'Cause I walk through the heatherAnd In the end they might even find me With a garden in my name As I walk through the heaven