Letras:
Paul Eason

Across the mountains in the summer time They roll straight out of the plains Took to livin in a northern town where nobody knows my name Sun is hotter

Baby quit your dancing shoes The Strip is fun, but it aint home I think I know what you need A little less neon, a little more me to hold you close

Half a million dollars in hundred dollar bills Neatly bound together, straight out of the mill Hundred dollar bills In a burlap bag marked fresh pecans

I have been a lot of places But no where else can compare They ain't got no Texas women They ain't got no Lone Star Beer I'm as free as any man can be

He's been workin' for two years down the street at HEB Just so he can pay his rent and take classes at ACC Now he ain't old but he's done more livin'

The stars up here don't burn as bright Nothin seems the same I wake up to the same old place It don't ever change I can see those night we used to watch

I head out for old Mexico, because I ain't got no where else to go I'm beat up and broke down and tired of life, but I keep on ridin' in spite of my