Old 97S

W. Tx Teardrops

Old 97S


Well the roadmaps of west Texas never gave me good advice. 
The trains all roll where the roads don't go, now I lay awake at night, 
Just wondering where the rest is so I hit that iron gate, 
And I yelled good-bye to that wife of mine, I may be running late. 

I'm a-rolling on, I'm a-rolling on, 
Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home. 
I made my bed, so here I lie. 
I'm rolling west Texas teardrops in my eye. 

Though I felt a lonesome feeling in Dulce New Mexico, 
I was happier than I'd ever been in my El Paso home. 
But I thought about the woman whom I left to roam the land, 
And I cried so much it dug a rut they call the Rio Grande. 

I'm a-rolling on, I'm a-rolling on, 
Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home. 
I made my bed, so here I lie. 
I'm rolling west Texas teardrops in my eye. 

And my destination is written upon my feet, 
And the stars above are about the only company I keep. 
I raise my pass and take my seat. 
I'm rolling fast with a teardrop on my cheek. 

So I guess there'll be no family, so I guess there'll be no wife. 
Gonna roll away on an old steel dray, it's gonna be my life. 
And the roadmaps I been reading, I never came to figure out. 
All I know is I'd explode by any other route. 

I'm a-rolling on, I'm a-rolling on, 
Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home. 
I made my bed, so here I lie. 
I'm rolling west Texas teardrops in my eye.