Mama and papa spent the very best years of their life on the west Texas farm Tryin' to scratch a livin' from the black land dirt that traded them only with storm From way before sunup to way up to sundown papa walked behind that ol' mule Until the day that they laid him away he lived by the golden rule Black Texas dirt you're full of hurt and you won't geow nothing but weeds You took my mama and papa it's true but you ain't a gonna get me [ ac.guitar ] Yes sun and the rain well they took everything cept the dirt that would fly in my face I swore that someday that I'd find me a way to take me away from this place I packed up my belongings for soon I'd be goin' far off to start a new life And I'd better hurry or I'd have to worry about those dark clouds in the sky
As I reached the gate and turned to take one last look At the old homeplace where I was born I thought I could hear voices callin' to me But then I thought no that just must be the storm I couldn't get over the feelin' something was wrong That I was leavin' something behind I couldn't put my finger on it but I couldn't get that off my mind It seemed as if the wind was mama's and papa's voices And that they were pleading with to stay And that the rain was tears at the skies were shadding because I was goin' away But then like a bow of lightnin' from out the blue Oh that feelings got over me like a flood And for the very first time in my life I knew I had black Texas dirt in my blood
Black Texas dirt you're full of hurt and you won't geow nothing but weeds You took my mama and papa it's true and now you're a gonna take meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
