Fort Worth

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