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