Lubbock

If you're headed west on 84, you're in her driveway She'll greet you with the welcome mat Of cotton fields and a wind turbine bouquet Sinking summer sun's her porch light, it's so bright I look away Mac Davis playing on my stereo, brings a smile to my face God, I miss this place Take me home where the air is dry And the cotton and winter wheat grow knee-high I tell you friend, I ain't seen a prettier sunset sky A little windy, but I don't mind Little breeze through my hair suits me just fine And you oughta see them stars burn at night Feeling low from the road, time to head back home Nothing like a little bit of Lubbock to get me high She's quite an artsy lady She gave birth to rock 'n' roll But if you asked her where her heart's at She'd tell you she's got country in her soul And you can hear 'em singing on the Broadway Or down in the depot The ghost of Buddy Holly is still alive and singing this song Take me home where the air is dry And the cotton and winter wheat grow knee-high I tell you friend, I ain't seen a prettier sunset sky A little windy, but I don't mind Little breeze in my hair suits me just fine You oughta see them stars burn at night Feeling low from the road, time to head back home Nothing like a little bit of Lubbock to get me high The farmers working hard all week, breaking their backs Sendin' prayers to an autumn harvest moon And on Saturdays, they paint that town scarlet and black Off 19th street, down where the lights are blue Take me home where the air is dry And the cotton and winter wheat grow knee-high Where a boy and a girl with a dream could touch the sky A little windy but I don't mind Little breeze through my hair suits me just fine You oughta hear them victory bells ringing on a Saturday night Feeling low from the road, time to head back home The friendliest place I've ever known Nothing like a little bit of Lubbock to get me high (Take me home where the air is dry) (And the cotton and winter wheat grow knee-high) Oh, get me high (I tell you friend, I ain't seen a prettier sunset sky) (Take me home where the air is dry) (And the cotton and winter wheat grow knee-high) (I tell you friend, I ain't seen a prettier sunset sky) ain't seen a prettier sunset sky (A little windy, but I don't mind) (Little breeze through my hair suits me just fine) (You oughta see them stars burn at night) (Take me home where the air is dry) (And the cotton and winter wheat grow knee-high) (I tell you friend, I ain't seen a prettier sunset sky)