1845

Got a little Ledoux in my heart

Love an open range and billion stars

Waking to snow covered peaks on a cool morning in July

But I got a little Waylon in my soul

Love a backbeat and southern Rock n Roll

Why I can’t have both in this life, man I don’t know

Yeah, so take me back to another time

When I didn’t have to choose between these state lines

And that Lone Star waved in the wind under Rocky Mountain skies

Back in 1845

The Texas free range is all but gone

It’s all just an oil man’s front lawn

Can’t even run this highway without his gas or paying his tolls

But a mile high I can’t find them anywhere

Honkytonks are as thin as the air

They’ve never heard of Bob Wills and they

Don’t remember the Alamo

Yeah, so take me back to another time

When I didn’t have to choose between these state lines

And that Lone Star waved in the wind under Rocky Mountain skies

Back in 1845

We could’ve run from Harlingen to Steamboat

And never left home

Oh, and what if Angelfire to Wyo

Could’ve felt like San Antone

Yeah, so take me back to another time

When I didn’t have to choose between these state lines

And that Lone Star waved in the wind under Rocky Mountain skies

Back in 1845

Back in 1845