D                G                A              G                 D   
Well I hit the light of Ft.Worth,, gonna ease on in and have myself a beer 
      D                 G              A               G                  D   
Yeah, find me some dark corner bar and contemplate the end I know is near 
D                     G                  A                   G     
Yeah, I was raised in Texas, man, by the gentile touch of my mammas hand 
D         G                 A 
Raised up strong to face my fears 
      D            G                A             G  
Got a pistol on my front seat, got a shovel in my trunk 
  D             G                   A           G 
I don't want no trouble mister, I intend to get drunk 
D                 G                A                  G 
I can't say where love goes wrong, I don't know where I belong  

          A              G 
But it's a long way from here 
      Em                   G                   Em              A 
I got twenty bucks down in that old truck, be enough to get me clear 
    Bm                 D              G            E7 
I'm a-ripping out that rear view as I grab another gear 
     G          A             D  
Hey, I'm a long way from here  
 
         D                G             A                         G                   D   
Yeah she swore she was an angel but I believe that angel lost her key to Heaven's gate 
     D                     G                  A         G                    D   
Yeah she was always just a little early, hell me, I was always just a little late 
      D                        G                 A                       G           D   
I got nothing but time and I'm gonna ride, gonna kiss that ground on the Mexico side 
 
Chorus