, hello to my best friend Little Texas Ride to live, live to ride Let 'em roll one more time Always keep her by my side Little Texas Unimpressed a great
We left Texas on a windy night In a beat up Chevy van Loaded it up with our innocent dreams And all the love we had We didn't know then how hard it was
me down home Gotta get me down home, a tiny little town on a no dirt road Population, 139, let's make it 1 4 O, about tuppence Find a little shack and
a little rebel in 'em Come on everybody, holler, it's all right Everybody's got a little devil in 'em Help me raise a little rebel hell tonight Calling
you're gettin' high That's your lesson in Texas 101 Yeah, that's your lesson in Texas 101 Yeah, that's your lesson in Texas 101 Yeah, yeah, that's right
Eyes are what you close When you can't bear to watch her go And pride is what it costs When you pay the price for what you've lost And knees are where
I bet you never thought you'd see me 'Round these parts again 'Cause five minutes after graduation I blew out of here like the wind Was the first one
The longest day in history is coming to an end But we've done everything to prove, Murphy's Law is true again Even those old fireflies are having trouble
You were never really mine, it's plain to see But when you're in love, you believe almost anything I never knew just how far I'd let myself go 'Til I
I never knew what I'd go through without you Or how much I need for you to believe in me But it won't have to be like before 'Cause I don't have to lie
She got tiny white shorts, little pink crocks A halter top that just won't stop She got a half a dozen crazy friends Type a text message in and let the
He's got a little less hair and a lot more gray And he gets around little slower, everyday That old man sleeping there In that worn out easy chair Has
This old town's been home as long as I can remember This town's gonna be here long after I'm gone Here we all work hard and we stick together We've been
Friday night at the ball game Sitting down in the cold rain Cheering for the wrong team 'Cause we drank too much Mary Ann was something We were all just
Down a winding gravel road There's an old country church A stranger who just passes by Will never know it's worth But you can walk in any Sunday And
One, two, three, four I heard the whistle blowing as I pulled in the gate I knew without looking, I was already late Praying the boss wouldn't catch
a little and cause a stir Sometimes you got to make some noise to be heard If anybody ever tries to hold you back Yeah, you got to kick a little and
Dad said, "Get a job, son You can't just lay around, all summer long Your school days are gone What's gonna make you wanna make it on your own Oh, what
