W. Tx Teardrops by Old 97's

Well the roadmaps of west texas never gave me good advice.
The trains all roll where the roads don't go, now i lay awake at night,
Just wondering where the rest is so i hit that iron gate,
And i yelled good-bye to that wife of mine, i may be running late.

I'm a-rolling on, i'm a-rolling on,
Rolling out past el paso texas, where i might have had a home.
I made my bed, so here i lie.
I'm rolling west texas teardrops in my eye.

Though i felt a lonesome feeling in dulce new mexico,
I was happier than i'd ever been in my el paso home.
But i thought about the woman whom i left to roam the land,
And i cried so much it dug a rut they call the rio grande.

I'm a-rolling on, i'm a-rolling on,
Rolling out past el paso texas, where i might have had a home.
I made my bed, so here i lie.
I'm rolling west texas teardrops in my eye.

And my destination is written upon my feet,
And the stars above are about the only company i keep.
I raise my pass and take my seat.
I'm rolling fast with a teardrop on my cheek.

So i guess there'll be no family, so i guess there'll be no wife.
Gonna roll away on an old steel dray, it's gonna be my life.
And the roadmaps i been reading, i never came to figure out.
All i know is i'd explode by any other route.

I'm a-rolling on, i'm a-rolling on,
Rolling out past el paso texas, where i might have had a home.
I made my bed, so here i lie.
I'm rolling west texas teardrops in my eye.