Fellowcraft - West Texas Blues lyrics

There's a Tumbleweed a blowin' down Ol' Christoval Road Mesquite trees on the hillside and rattlesnakes on the road And they tell me Father Time he waits for no man, and nobody tells him when and where to go But that old man seems to takes his sweet a** time, out here in San Angelo We're sittin in busted lawn chairs, drinkin' and playin' cards And all them stars are out tonight, you can see ‘em it ain't that hard I swear there's so many places you can go, when you ain't got better places to go I keep praying every night, Dear Lord; get me far away from San Angelo I'm sittin' back in the city, in this town with all its blocks And I look back on my life and I wonder what I have lost Damn, I miss that little town. Good Lord I miss her so I think it's time to saddle up my horse and chase the sunset back to San Angelo I'm sitting back in the Concho, the Arroyo with all my friends Where the road goes on forever, and the party never ends! Where the Twin bu*tes Block the sun, it's as as hot as Mexico Damn it feels good Damn it feels good to be back Damn it feels good to back in San Angelo