The story
Home pulls harder than the road.
He grows up where the blacktop melts in June, cattle know the weather, and a Lone Star sits on his chest. Friday night lights, a first heartbreak at the Dairy Queen, and his daddy’s truck through bluebonnet fields all root him to the flat land; other places call, but he keeps turning his boots back to Texas, where roughness and love stay bound together.
Lyrics
Verse 1
I was born where the blacktop melts in June Where the sky goes on forever past the moon Where the cattle know the weather 'fore the news And your neighbor's still your neighbor, win or lose Grew up dusty, grew up free, grew up loud With a Lone Star on my chest and my head up in the clouds
Pre-Chorus
People ask me why I stayed, why I never ran I just smile and point my boots into the sand
Chorus
Texas, Texas, you're in my blood like red dirt rain Texas, Texas, you're the cure and you're the pain From the Hill Country to the Gulf, from the plains up to the pines You raised me rough and loved me right, you're mine Texas, other places call my name But I keep comin' back like a moth to your flame You're bigger than a state, you're a state of mind Texas, you're the only home I'll find
Verse 2
Friday night lights painted everything in gold First heartbreak at the Dairy Queen, fourteen years old Drove my daddy's truck through fields of bluebonnet seas Learned to pray from thunder and to dream from the breeze I've been to both the coasts and seen the mountain snow But somethin' 'bout this flat land won't let my spirit go
Chorus
Texas, Texas, you're in my blood like red dirt rain Texas, Texas, you're the cure and you're the pain From the Hill Country to the Gulf, from the plains up to the pines You raised me rough and loved me right, you're mine Texas, other places call my name But I keep comin' back like a moth to your flame You're bigger than a state, you're a state of mind Texas, you're the only home I'll find
Verse 3
So bury me where the pecan trees grow tall Where the sunset takes its sweet time come the fall I'll take my Texas with me to the grave Cause the land that made me wild is the land that made me brave
Bridge
Every scar I got I got beneath your sun Every prayer I prayed your wind carried to someone You taught me that big hearts match a big ol' sky And Texas, I'll be yours until the day I die
The sound
Anthemic Texas country, 116 BPM, big open acoustic strumming, telecaster twang, fiddle and steel guitar trading licks, stomping drums, bass with a deep groove. Pride and swagger with a heartfelt core. Think Friday night in a packed honky-tonk, singalong energy with a wide-open Texas sky feel.