Intro: (As played @ Billy Bob's 4-30-99)
Mamma raised a Christian boy
Children of the Son
Daddy was a son of a bitch
And I'm a hard hittin' son of a gun
FCD
What the hell am I doing down in Kansas City,
FCD
I know damn well it ain't where I belong,
FCD
think I'll quit my job come 5 o'clock,
CGD
find my lonely way back home,
FCD
My baby said just what are you trying to prove here,
FCD
do you really want to leave me here alone,
FCD
I said I'm staring at this ocean full of Yankees,
CGD
and I'd rather be in Texas on my own.
AGD
So we were southbound 35, we were headed down the road,
AGFCD
hit the border by the morning, let Texas fill my soul,
FCD
yeah let Texas fill my soul.
The tears start to flow about the time that I was leaving,
she said I guess you better take me along,
God might have made me born a Yankee,
but it's time that I made Texas my home,
So we loaded her stuff into my pickup,
said good-bye to all my friends,
called my brother down in Austin,
said I'm headed home again.
Chorus
A
She had her feet up on the dashboard,
A
she was holding my hand and wearing only a smile,
A
she said it's gonna be hard to start all over,
CGD
but the feeling I have will make it all worth while.
Chorus