Sitting on a tailgate of a whiskey dent truck The honky tonk has shut me down and the streets are rolled up Angelina County is slipping off to bed And I'm wide awake with dreams in my head
And this wayward soul has left a great big hole I could work forever and never fill it up And that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow Just don't mean a thing to that wayward soul
Postcard from a city pal saying "Come try your luck." My daddy says the crime is high and the cost of living's up Wheels turning in my head, rolling me out of town And my new friend, Highway 10, has got me city bound