West Texas Girl

She said, "You don't drive like you're from around here"

From high in the cab of her old dually truck

She wasn't scared of a cold blue northerner

Or some drugstore cowboy who got himself stuck

She said, "Hop on in, it's ten below freezing"

She opened the door with the warmest of smiles

She knew the backroads from Dalhart to Dumas

She knew her way round the radio dial

There's no finer pleasure a man might behold

No kind of treasure, no diamonds or gold

No higher measure of life in this world

Than a ride down the road with a West Texas girl

"The only joint open's the High Cotton Tavern"

She said as she pointed her pickup to town

I told her the only way to thank her proper

Was if she'd allow me to buy her a round

I said, "There's no reason to be out on the blacktop

I don't wanna wait out this storm on my own"

She said, "You're in luck, I'm a fan of the jukebox

And I've got nobody waiting at home"

Streamers and cans on the back of the flatbed

Salt on the floor of the old Legion Hall

Dance to the sound of twin fiddles singin'

Wedding bells ring in the Panhandle Waltz

No finer pleasure a man might behold

No kind of treasure, no diamonds or gold

No higher measure of life in this world

Than to waltz in the arms of a West Texas girl

To waltz in the arms of a West Texas girl