3 acessos
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