Well the roadmaps of west Texas never gave me good advice.
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The trains all roll where the roads don't go, now I lay awake at night,
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Just wondering where the rest is so I hit that iron gate,
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And I yelled good-bye to that wife of mine, I may be running late.
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I'm a-rolling on, I'm a-rolling on,
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Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home.
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I made my bed, so here I lie.
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I'm rolling west Texas teardrops in my eye.
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Though I felt a lonesome feeling in Dulce New Mexico,
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I was happier than I'd ever been in my El Paso home.
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But I thought about the woman whom I left to roam the land,
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And I cried so much it dug a rut they call the Rio Grande.
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I'm a-rolling on, I'm a-rolling on,
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Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home.
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I made my bed, so here I lie.
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I'm rolling west Texas teardrops in my eye.
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And my destination is written upon my feet,
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And the stars above are about the only company I keep.
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I raise my pass and take my seat.
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I'm rolling fast with a teardrop on my cheek.
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So I guess there'll be no family, so I guess there'll be no wife.
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Gonna roll away on an old steel dray, it's gonna be my life.
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And the roadmaps I been reading, I never came to figure out.
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All I know is I'd explode by any other route.
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I'm a-rolling on, I'm a-rolling on,
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Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home.
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I made my bed, so here I lie.
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I'm rolling west Texas teardrops in my eye.
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W. Tx Teardrops
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| Old 97's |
