If You Ever Go To Houston Lyrics

by Bob Dylan

If you ever go to Houston
Better walk right
Keep your hands in your pockets
And your gun-belts tied
If you're asking for drama
If you're looking for a fight
If you ever go to Houston
Boy you better walk right

If you're ever down there
On Bagby and Lamar
You better watch out for
The man with the shining star
Better know where you're going
Or stay where you are
If you're ever down there
On Bagby and Lamar

Well, I know these streets
I've been here before
I nearly got killed here
During the Mexican War
Something always
Keeps me coming back for more
I know these streets
I've been here before

If you ever go to Dallas
Say hello to Mary-Ann
Say I'm still looking along the trigger
Hanging on the best I can
If you see her sister Lucy
Say I'm sorry I'm not there
Tell her other sister Nancy
To pray the sinner's prayer

I gotta a restless fever
Burnin' in my brain
Got to keep right forward
Can't spoil the game
The same way I'll leave here
Will be the way that I came
I gotta a restless fever
Burnin' it in my brain

Mr. policeman
Can you help me find my gal?
Last time I saw her
Was at the Magnolia Motel
If you help me find her
You can be my pal
Mr. policeman
Can you help me find my gal?

If you ever go to Austin
Fort Worth or San Anton'
Find the barrooms I got lost in
And send my memories home
Put my tears in a bottle
Screw the top on tight
If you ever go to Houston
Boy you'd better walk right