When I leave this town you will not see me cry
An East Texas town with all the wells run dry
Looking to the sky, waiting for a change
No sign of rain
And if I find life beyond the interstate
Past the rusting rails and the cattle grates
Maybe I will call from a truckstop on my way
I'll say, "Howdy, ya'll, still no sign of rain"
Until that day this porch is my highway
I hear trucks roll by fanning my desires
Spitting in the eye of hurricanes
Still no sign of rain
An East Texas town with all the wells run dry
Looking to the sky, waiting for a change
No sign of rain
And if I find life beyond the interstate
Past the rusting rails and the cattle grates
Maybe I will call from a truckstop on my way
I'll say, "Howdy, ya'll, still no sign of rain"
Until that day this porch is my highway
I hear trucks roll by fanning my desires
Spitting in the eye of hurricanes
Still no sign of rain