Tekst:
Eleven Hundred Springs Bandwagon

Travelin round the Lone Star state you sure can have a ball, Stayin out way too late. Feels like we've seen it all, From Corpus up to Amarillo everybody

Verse: I woke up this mornin to an empty house, And empty's just what I mean, My baby must've left in the middle of the night, She really stripped the

Verse: Roll up another joint One more time to clear my head And I'll get right to the point, I better star feelin better or I'm better off dead, Verse