29 Years From Texas

Well, when the wind blows down in Cisco, Texas
You know you better hunt you a hole
But there's always some mighty friendly faces
Waiting to greet you at the door

Hot country biscuits in the morning time
Hello Mr. Jackrabbit, Mr. Mesquite Tree
I'm 29 years from Cisco, Texas
But I really haven't gone anywhere at all

Come a long, long way from Rankin, Texas
And the day when my daddy played
People would come from miles around
Bring the food and just stay and stay

And every time I think of the days gone by
I can't help but feel a little sad
'Cause I think of all the years and miles and the tears
And I hear the voice of my granddad

Good country picking going down every night
Good clean living underneath the starry skies
I'm 29 years from Rankin, Texas
But I really haven't gone anywhere at all
No, I really haven't gone anywhere at all
No, I really haven't gone anywhere at all