When I look south and see the storm clouds roll, on their way to old Mexico
I don't want to be alone
The rays of light through my Shiner Bock bottle me wanna turn the key and put down the throttle
and get lost down 35
When I get tied down by the ties that bind
cause no matter how big the storms
I know I can find me a place that's warm.
The sun is shining somewhere in Texas. I hope it's shining on her
somewhere down in Texas.
In a place that big a man could get lost never mind the time forget about
the cost.
There's more important things.
Shes' somewhere smiling north of San Antone I've got her number but I stare at the phone.
Cause I still want to believe.
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To hell with horoscopes and empty dreams
to hell with Valentino in his cut pair of jeans.
Cause I know I can make it there on a twelve pack and a prayer.
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