Lubbock - Flatland Cavalry
Lyrics by：Cleto Cordero
Composed by：Cleto Cordero
Produced by：Scott Faris
If you're headed west on 84
You're in her driveway
She'll greet you with the welcome mat of cotton fields
And a wind turbine bouquet
Sinking summer sun's her porch light
It's so bright I look away
Mac Davis playing on my stereo
Brings a smile to my face
God I miss this place
Take me home where the air is dry
And the cotton and the winter wheat grow knee-high
I tell ya friend I ain't seen a prettier sunset sky
A little windy but I don't mind
Little breeze through my hair suits me just fine
And you oughta see them stars burn at night
Feeling low from the road
Time to head back home
Nothing like a little bit of Lubbock to get me high
She's quite an artsy lady she gave birth to rock 'n' roll
If you asked her where her heart's at
She'd tell you she got country in her soul
And you can hear 'em singing on Broadway
Or down in the Depot
The ghost of Buddy Holly
Is still alive and singing this song
Take me home where the air is dry
And the cotton and the winter wheat grow knee-high
I tell ya friend I ain't seen a prettier sunset sky
A little windy but I don't mind
Little breeze through my hair suits me just fine
And you oughta see them stars burn at night
Feeling low from the road
Time to head back home
Nothing like a little bit of Lubbock to get me high
Farmers working hard all week breaking their back
Sending prayers to an autumn harvest moon
And on Saturdays they paint that town scarlet and black
Off of 19th street down where the lights are blue
Take me home where the air is dry
And the cotton and the winter wheat grow knee-high
Where a boy and girl with a dream can touch the sky
A little windy but I don't mind
Little breeze through my hair suits me just fine
You oughta hear them victory bells ringing on a Saturday night
Feeling low from the road
Time to head back home
The friendliest place I've ever known
Nothing like a little bit of Lubbock to get me high
Go on get me high
Take me home where the air is dry
And the cotton and the winter wheat grow knee-high
I tell ya friend I ain't seen a prettier sunset sky
Never seen a prettier sunset sky
A little windy but I don't mind
Little breeze through my hair suits me just fine
You oughta see them stars burn at night
Take me home where the air is dry
And the cotton and the winter wheat grow knee-high
I tell ya friend I ain't seen a prettier sunset sky
