By Houston Marchman D G A G D Well I hit the light of Ft.Worth,, gonna ease on in and have myself a beer D G A G D Yeah, find me some dark corner bar and contemplate the end I know is near D G A G Yeah, I was raised in Texas, man, by the gentile touch of my mammas hand D G A Raised up strong to face my fears D G A G Got a pistol on my front seat, got a shovel in my trunk D G A G I don't want no trouble mister, I intend to get drunk D G A G I can't say where love goes wrong, I don't know where I belong Chorus A G But its a long way from here Em G Em A I got twenty bucks down in that old truck, be enough to get me clear Bm D G E7 Im a-ripping out that rear view as I grab another gear G A D Hey, I'm a long way from here D G A G D Yeah she swore she was an angel but I believe that angel lost her key to Heavens gate D G A G D Yeah she was always just a little early, hell me, I was always just a little late D G A G D I got nothing but time and Im gonna ride, gonna kiss that ground on the Mexico side Chorus