W. Tx Teardrops

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.