Flatland Boogie

Yeah up on the cap rock me and my baby ride

We're goin' a hundred miles an hour

cause this ol' Ford can still fly

Got four roses in a sack and we ain't lookin' back tonight

Some top forty shorty's singin' on the radio and there's

Cotton fields forever on both sides of the road

It's still a flatland boogie but where did the Wolfman go

Chorus

Old photographs turn yellow times they come and go

We can still do the boogie from the high plains to Mexico

Some old angel from Amarillo must be helping us

hold it on the road

Well moon lights falling look at that caliche glow

And a coyotes howling he doesn't know that he's too old

Headlights are shinin' on all we ever need to know

Across the llano estacado baby's still by my side

Got no reason to stop and there ain't no place to hide

You wanna flatland boogie better flat out and come to ride