Hey Mister can I bum a ride, anywhere you're goin is fine, if it's outta town.
I'll even fill your tank, the only way that I can say thanks, Yeah, I'm feelin kinda down.
We can talk about whatever you want to.
Except one thing Mister I'm beggin you.
Don't talk about Texas, or Amarillo nights
Don't talk about Houston, or them Austin city lights. Don't talk about Galveston, or sweet sweet Abilene. Don't cha talk
It's where she said goodbye to me.
Well I remember, when she fell in love with me
On that Corpus Christi Beach, felt so right.
And I remember, how her green eyes used to shine, and the taste of her lips like Cherry wine.
So we can talk about every state that we go through, cept the one where I hitched this ride with you.
Maybe someday I might just go back
and find the best love, this Cowboy ever had
Repeat Chorus 2 times out.
[Thanks to Howie Vaughn for lyrics]