West Texas I can see the sky for miles, I can see that time so clear When you told me 'forever' was a word that I should not fear I can see you driving and smoking, Virginia Slims on the dash On that day I was crying, you stopped the car, looked back You said
'Boy, get the message, this ain't no New York City Born and bred in West Texas, raised you to be different No matter how it ends, no matter all your sin I hope you will understand When I leave, you better be a good man'
I can see that house in the summer, baseball in the yard And when my knees got bloody, you told me keep playing hard I remember mass on Sundays, collared up to the ten You were so damn faithful, even if it all was a mess And in those years that we weren't speaking When I was drinking for some meaning You called me on the phone and then you said, hey
'Boy, get the message, this ain't no New York City Born and bred in West Texas, raised you to be different
No matter how it ends, no matter all your sin I hope you will understand When I leave, you better be a good man'
'You better be a good man'
And it's so hard to imagine what I'll do without you here As you gaze your eyes towards mine, tell me to wipe away those tears You say Jesus loves you, always will, no matter what you did And in that moment, I'm a kid again You said
'Boy, get the message, this ain't no New York City Born and bred in West Texas, raised you to be different No matter how it ends, no matter all your sin I hope you will understand When I leave, you better be a good man'