Texas can you hear me?. Speed up on the dawn.. To the plains and blues of Houston. In the sun.. Where home is a rust. In the parish of space dust. Where the mountains die.
Bobby Darwin's daughter. Looks up from the Bible she's been reading. To the clock on her dirty wall of a double wide, it's 3 a.m.. . Her husband's on the town shootin' pool or foolin' around.
On a good night I could hop in my truck. Round up my friends and with any kind of luck. We could end up howling at a harvest moon.. . On a good night I could put on my hat.
IN THE SOUTHERN PART OF TEXAS, EAST AND WEST OF EL PASO. WHERE THE MIGHTY FRANKLIN MOUNTAINS GUARD THE TRAIL TO MEXICO. THERE'S A NEW-MADE WIDOW CRYING AND A HEARSE A ROLLIN SLOW.
Bobby Darwin's daughter looks up from the bible. She's been reading to the clock on her dirty wall of a double wide, its 3 am.. Her husbands on the town shooting pool or foolin round,.