The Panhandlers - West Texas Girl lyrics

[The Panhandlers - West Texas Girl lyrics]

She said "you don’t drive
Like you’re from around
Here" from high in the
Cab of her old dually truck
She wasn’t scared of a cold blue norther or
Some drugstore cowboy who got himself stuck
She said "hop on in it’s
Ten below freezing" she
Opened the door with the warmest of smile
She knew the backroads from Dalhart to Dumas
She knew her way ‘round the radio dial

There’s no finer pleasure a man might behold
No kinda treasure, no diamonds or gold
No higher measure of life in this world
Than a ride down the road
With a West Texas girl

"The only joint open’s the
High Cotton Tavern" she
Said as she pointed her pickup to town


I told her the only way
To thank her proper was
If she’d allow me to buy her a round
I said there’s no reason to be
Out on the blacktop i
Don’t want to wait out this storm on my own
She said "you’re in luck
I’m a fan of the jukebox and
I’ve got nobody waiting at home"

Streamers and cans on the back
Of the flatbed salt
On the floor of the Old Legion Hall
We danced to the sound
Of twin fiddles singing
Wedding bells ring in the panhandle waltz

There’s no finer pleasure a man might behold
No kinda treasure, no diamonds or gold
No higher measure of life in this world
Than to waltz in the arms
Of a West Texas girl

Waltz in the arms of a West Texas girl

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