A lively western swing tune celebrating how the sound of Texas found a second home out west. Home of Western Swing tells the story of Bob Wills heading to Hollywood, Tex Williams, Spade Cooley, Hank Penny, and the California dance halls that kept the fiddles playing and the pickers paid. A musical nod to the Dust Bowl migrants and the Golden State’s role in keeping the dance alive.

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(c) 2025 Ggreg Snyder

[Verse 1]
Bob Wills headed west to Hollywood town,
Fiddle in hand, put the hammer down.
Rounded up the Playboys, set ‘em to play,
In a California honky-tonk way.
Made them movies, took that sound on tour,
Spread the Texas style from shore to shore.
He said, “The world needs a fiddle to sing,”
So he brought it to the coast with a Western Swing.

[Chorus]
Now don’t get me wrong, I love that Texas thing,
Where the ranch hands danced and the fiddles ring.
But give a cheer for the Golden State scene—
When you come to California, it’s the home of Western Swing.

[Verse 2]
Tex Williams crooned with a style and grin,
Spade Cooley led that big band in.
Hank Penny played till the break of day,
Kept the cowboys swingin’ down L.A. way.
They might not have birthed it, but they fed the flame,
Put a little Hollywood shine on the Texas name.
They kept those pickers and fiddlers fed,
With a Western beat and a Bakersfield thread.

[Chorus]
Now don’t get me wrong, I love that Texas thing,
Where the steel guitars and the cowgirls sing.
But raise a glass to that westward dream—
When you come to California, it’s the home of Western Swing.

[Bridge]
Oklahoma rolled in with the Dust Bowl wind,
Brought the songs and the drive to begin again.
We opened the dance halls, said “Y’all come play,”
‘Cause out here, the music still feels that way.

[Verse 3 / Tag Verse]
So from Tulsa Town to old San Jose,
Let's give that rhythm and steady sway.
Now Texas started the fiddlin’ thing,
But the coast gave it wings and let it swing.

[Final Chorus]
Now don’t get me wrong, I love that Texas thing,
It’s the roots and soul where the cowboys swing.
But the west wind’s hummin’, hear the banjos ring—
When you come to California, it’s the home of Western Swing.

[Outro]
Yeah, the Lone Star birthed it, but the Coast made it sing—
When you come to California, it’s the home of Western Swing!

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Home Of Western Swing

The Healey-Driscoll administration is awarding $7.5 million in grant funding to support 50 new trail projects in Massachusetts, expanding recreational opportunities across the state with a focus on accessibility. 


Verse 1
 From the Berkshires down to Plymouth Bay,
 They’re building paths where all can play,
 Through forest shade and rivers wide,
 No gate too steep, no door denied.
Verse 2
 Wheel or walking stick in hand,
 Families strolling across the land,
 Each step a promise, clear and true—
 The earth belongs to me and you.
Refrain
 Fifty new trails beneath the sky,
 For every soul to wander by,
 From mountain crest to harbor’s foam,
 These trails will lead the heart back home.
Verse 3
 The Healey-Driscoll plan was made,
 With care and craft, foundations laid,
 Seven-point-five to heal the ground,
 Where freedom’s footsteps now resound.
Verse 4
 Listen, the song of the pines is near,
 Of voices rising, strong and clear,
 The path is more than wood and stone—
 It’s where we walk, and feel our own.
Refrain (repeat)
 Fifty new trails beneath the sky,
 For every soul to wander by,
 From mountain crest to harbor’s foam,
 These trails will lead the heart back home.


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