West Texas BoundA Poem by J. F. Charleston
West Texas Bound
The Houston sun disappears With the miles that flew by My truck flying 85 Racing the jets in the sky I'm running out to West Texas Back to some long lost roots Pioneering to Heaven's edge With a pack, a truck, and boots To become the new Troubadour Learn to ride, play, maybe love My ambitious self can't wait I've gotta go to Country Galore These fake city lights Are losing their hold on me I've got to break free to my paradise The sun on my back Wind blowing in a horse's mane Cattle and cowboys in the fields Farmers growing acres of grain That's all what I lack I'm running out to West Texas Back to some long lost roots Pioneering to Heaven's edge With a pack, a truck, and boots To become the new Troubadour Learn to ride, play, maybe love My ambitious self can't wait I've gotta go to Country Galore Watch me find who I am Out in a small town out west Where a rough, tough cowgirl Awaits this cowboy up in a Ford I'm tired of this concrete jungle This claustrophobic cluster Of buildings, cars, and roads I'm taking off these loads I'm running out to West Texas Back to some long lost roots Pioneering to Heaven's edge With a pack, a truck, and boots To become the new Troubadour Learn to ride, play, maybe love My ambitious self can't wait I've gotta go to Country galore I'm running out to West Texas Back to some long lost roots Pioneering to Heaven's edge With a pack, a truck, and boots To become the new Troubadour Learn to ride, play, maybe love My ambitious self can't wait I've gotta go to Country galore I'm running out to West Texas Back to some long lost roots Pioneering to Heaven's edge With a pack, a truck, and boots © 2016 J. F. CharlestonAuthor's Note
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