I was just 15 and out of control, lost to James Dean and rock and roll
I knew down deep in my country soul that I had to get away
Hollywood was a lady in red that danced in my dreams as I tossed in bed
I knew I'd wind up in jail or dead if I have to stay
And I thought happiness was Lubbock, Texas
In my rearview mirror
My mama kept callin' me home but I just did not want to hear her
And the vision was getting clearer in my dreams
So I lit out one night in June, stoned on the glow of a Texas moon
But the Hollywood moon didn't smile the same old smile that I'd grown up with
The lady in red just wanted my last dime
And I cried myself to sleep at night, too dumb to run, too scared to fight
And too proud to admit it at the time
So I got me some gigs on Saturday nights, not much more than orchestrated fights
And when I die, you can bury me in Lubbock, Texas'in my jeans