LYRIC FOR SALE

By John Rose

I’m driving east of Amarillo
headed all the way to Texarkana
and the edges of the towns are pushing back
against the crashing of the sky

I drive for fourteen hours
and arriving get a kiss from a Rosanna
what Texas means to me these days
is mainly just a girl that I passed by

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What was the message of that skeptical smile
you showed me from time to time
not that you weren’t happy then to have me stay awhile
but you were fine, just fine

Well I got friends in Conroe and in Dallas
and way down in San Antonio
I been in and out of honky-tonks
in Houston recently

And they tell me I got relatives
in Galveston and maybe
there’s some angel down in Austin
who could use some company

Bridge:
But when I think of Texas
it’s those greasy spoons and truckstops
and the highway east of Amarillo
between that girl and me
the sky that pushes hard against
the silos and the railroads
and the miles and the wishes
that she’s waitin’ patiently

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