it appears Chorus Here I go again just singin' in this dive Lone Star Beer in my cereal is keepin' me alive I gave up on Nashville a long time ago Yeah but here I go
(Pat Green) I met John Wayne and Jesus when I was just a kid They both had on their cowboy hats just like I'd pictured them I stood up at the front
(Pat Green and Page Blanton) From Dalhart to Del Rio and out El Paso way Well I'll be doin' fine on Houston time And when the sun sets on the Copano
(Pat Green) September comes to Texas just one time every year So we get our guns and our pickup trucks And a bunch of that Lone Star beer Well we head
(Pat Green) My brother and I used to go down to Georges Bar We'd drink Big O's until they closed down the place We'd talk about our lifelong ambition
prove here Do you really want to leave me here alone I said I'm staring at this ocean full of Yankees And I'd rather be in Texas on my own Chorus So we
(Pat Green) Other night I ran into my girlfriend Sitting at a table all alone getting stoned I'm sleeping all by myself down in Corpus Think I'll find
(Pat Green) Last night I had me a nightmare Dreamed that Texas was burning down...burning down And all them people, I had grown up to love Leaving town
she always will. I'd go and see her whenever Billy was gone, Yeah Me and Billy the Kid, we ain't never got along, NO! Yeah Me and Billy the Kid, we
time I think I've got no home. Nothing short of the gospel hymns, I guess that's why folks keep writing 'um when I die, I want to go there too, some
(Pat Green) If I had a million I would build you a mansion, A hundred miles from nowhere with all a girl could need, We would run through the hallways
roads and the byways You liked to drive so I would go shotgun Chorus We'd go down to the river Where I could hold your body close to mine We'd listen
(Pat Green) Found myself in a barroom Doin' things I ought not to Watching my life as it slowly passed me by I was holding on to lovers And disregarding
one of the brave few, it's awful sad we need boys like you. I hope the day never comes for "Here's your live round son. Stock and barrel, safety, trigger, here
will have the boys bring the coppers out And we ballin, for all the toys is what we hoppin out My feary side, where we ride And we all fly high in the
dash Radar detectors, troopers can't find us We bubble down atl and hit the 'linas Then get clubbed with some dirty south thugs Go all out thugs, go in
