Where the road runs out of pavement

and the sun decides to set

you know you've reached West Texas

'bout as far as you can get

 

Ain't nothing left to see no more

run off the Atlas map

but you can see forever

it's the horizon that attracts

 

Where devil winds keep blowin'

and the grass ain't never wet

cows survive on dust and cactus

greener grass they'd best forget

 

Texas drought is our new normal

bein' on the desert edge

don't be countin' on a thunderstorm

dusty winds are sooner met

 

Yet them horse heads keep on noddin'

pump jacks givin' oil a lift

between them bob wire fences

the rich get ever rich

 

But it don't make no difference

I'm still one lucky sonofabitch

my heart belongs to Texas

it's as good as it can get.