Flatland Boogie Lyrics - Terry Allen

Hey up on the Cap rock, me and my baby ride 

Goin' a hundred miles an hour, 'cause this old Ford can still fly 

Got Four Roses in a sack an we ain't lookin' back tonight 

Some top 40 Shorty's singin' on the radio 

And there's cotton fields forever on both sides of the road 

It's till the Flatland Boogie but where did the Wolfman go 

Old photographs turn yellow, times they come and go 

But we can still do the boogie from the High Plains to Mexico 

Some old angel from Amarillo must be helpin' us to hold it on the road 

Moonlight's a-fallin', look at that caliche glow 

And old coyote's a howlin' doesn't know he's too old 

Headlights a shinin' on all we ever need to know 

Cross the Llano Estacado, baby's still by my side 

Ain't no reason to stop and there ain't no place to hide 

You want to Flatland Boogie better flat out come and ride 

Old photographs turn yellow, times they come and go 

But we can still do the boogie from the High Plains to Mexico 

Some old angel from Amarillo must be helpin' us to hold it on the road 

Some old angel from Amarillo must be helpin' us to hold it on the road