G/George Strait/West Texas Town ( Duet with Dean Dillon )
I'm on my way to Amarillo I can't seem to get my fill of That little West Texas town
I've got a sweet thing built right Betty Head to toe, she's might pretty Living in that West Texas town
Friday comes, it's time to roll Time for me to hit the road I've got my eyes on the horizon
My little dish in that panhandle Lights up like a Roman Candle When I reach that West Texas town Aw, sing it Dean
From Big Spring all the way to Plainview I can't wait to get to you know who In that West Texas town
I'd drive through Hell and half of Texas Just to get to her by breakfast Waiting in that West Texas town
Friday comes, It's time to roll Time for me to hit the road I've got my eyes on the horizon
My little dish in that panhandle Lights up like a Roman Candle When I reach that West Texas town
Baby, turn the porch light on Your big Poppa's coming home To that West Texas town, ohTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.