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West Texas
West texas
Not a single cloud was in that West Texas Sky,
All the fields had run complety dry,
and yet it hurt when I said goodbye.
But I have to leave.
I've packed the truck and I'm ready to go.
Memories fly as I hit the road.
Just me and myself, got nothing to show.
But I gotta move on.
I'm sorry if me leaving hurts you,
but a girl's gotta do what a girls gotta do.
I swear I won't forget my country roots.
I just have to go.
Maybe one day I'll come back when it rains.
And I know things won't be the same.
Just please don't forget my name.
On day I'll come home.
A.B.M
