D G A G D
Well I hit the light of Ft.Worth,, gonna ease on in and have myself a beer
D G A G D
Yeah, find me some dark corner bar and contemplate the end I know is near
D G A G
Yeah, I was raised in Texas, man, by the gentile touch of my mammas hand
D G A
Raised up strong to face my fears
D G A G
Got a pistol on my front seat, got a shovel in my trunk
D G A G
I don't want no trouble mister, I intend to get drunk
D G A G
I can't say where love goes wrong, I don't know where I belong
A G
But it's a long way from here
Em G Em A
I got twenty bucks down in that old truck, be enough to get me clear
Bm D G E7
I'm a-ripping out that rear view as I grab another gear
G A D
Hey, I'm a long way from here
D G A G D
Yeah she swore she was an angel but I believe that angel lost her key to Heaven's gate
D G A G D
Yeah she was always just a little early, hell me, I was always just a little late
D G A G D
I got nothing but time and I'm gonna ride, gonna kiss that ground on the Mexico side
Chorus