Guess I been busy killing time
counting bullet holes in state line signs.
I led a life of lonely drifting trying
to rise above the buzzards in my mind.
You get dizzy chasing 'round the tail
of what you need to leave behind. Oh sweet Jesus, won't you help me?
'Cause all I'm trying to do is plant them seeds of love with that girl from Brownsville, Texas.
Listening to: "That Girl From Brownsville Texas" (Drill A Hole In That Substrate) - Jim White