I'm back on board that '49 Ford in 1956 Long before the sun came up way out in the sticks The headlight showed a two rut roadway, back up in the pines
So I'm an orphan, now, out here on my own And it's hard to know where I belong It comes as no surprise, it happens to us all Just like the sun will rise
swimming in our birthday suits Skiing in a bar ditch behind a moped 13 stitches on the corner of a sardine can We were dirt poor Houston kids Our whole
Why don?t we talk about it- Rodney Crowell Once I had a woman with a high-head And I let her treat me mighty low-men She made a lover of my best friend
eight day drunk Coming home smelling like a low down skunk And he said I do like I say Not like I do and you might make me proud Another Houston Kid
