Today's drive home (even though I left early enough to not battle rush hour), just like every day, was a b****. It brought to mind a few songs:
Welcome to Texas
Brian Burns
Welcome to Texas, don't anybody get me wrong;
We’re glad y’all came to see us, just don’t forget to go back home.
We don’t need your politics, we don’t need your prayers,we don’t need your moral compass leadin’ us anywhere.
We don’t need your business, we don’t need your art, we don’t really give a damn how you did things up north.
Screw You. We're From Texas
Ray Wylie Hubbard
So screw you, we're from Texas
Screw you, we're from Texas
Screw you, we're from Texas
We're from Texas, screw you
(Has he seen me before? I got on my cowboy boots, jeans; And Hawaiian shirt, mirrored sunglasses; And a mobile phone; I guess I look like some Port Aransas dope dealer that's out on bail; Just trying to get home)
I Don't Live in Dallas
Jarrod Birmingham
You're a whole bunch of yuppies
With nothing to do but keep Isuzu in business
We all know it's true
I'd like to sell you to Oklahoma
If they could only afford you
Cuz I don't live in Dallas
I live in Texas
Southbound 35
Pat Green
I'm staring at this ocean full of Yankees, and I'd rather be in Texas on my own.
So we were southbound 35 (okay, I live northbound on IH-35, but I do have a yankee-child wife and a pick-up . . . truck)
We were headed down the road, hit the border by the morning
Let Texas fill my soul, yeah let Texas fill my soul.
Whew! I feel better now.
1 comment:
That Ray Wylie Hubbard song is one of my favorites and watching him sing it in person is one of the best experiences you can have.
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