D
G
Em
A
D
G
Em
A
D
G
When I look south and see the storm clouds roll, on their way to old Mexico
A
D
don’t want to be alone The rays of light through my Shiner Bockª bottle make
G
Em
A
D
me wanna turn the key and pu t down the throttle and get lost down 35 When I
G
get tied down by the ties that bind seems like I’m never gonna find the time
A
D
what I need. That’s to find me a place where I think talk about love,
G
Em
A
D
drink. And there’s someone there who cares.
G
cause no matter how big
A
G
A
the storms I know I can find me a place that’s warm. The sun is shining
D
G
Em
A
D
G
Em
A
so me whe re in Texas. I hope it’s shining on her somewhere down in Texas.
D
In a place that big a man could get lost never mind the time forget about
G
A
D
There’s more important things. Shes’ somewhere smiling north of San Antone
G
Em
A
D
I’ve got her number but I stare at the phone. Cause I still want to believe.
D
G
D
G
To hell with horoscopes and empty dreams to hell with Valentino in his cut
Em
A
D
jeans. Cause I know I can make it there on a twelve pack and a prayer.
D
G
Em
A