Memories of East Texas And piney green rolling hills Covered in the springtime With golden daffodils Rowing on Sandy Lake come April Harvesting hay in June Sitting by the road watching well-fires burn By an old October moon
I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads And I mean to tell you my friend They weren't no easy roads You had to watch out for all the curves Down by Kelsey Creek And detour through the Lindsay's pasture When the water ran too deep
Memories of East Texas And Gilmer, county seat of Upshur Looking back and asking myself 'What the hell'd you let them break your spirit for?' You know, their lives ran in circles so small Ah, they thought they'd seen it all And they could not make a place for a girl who'd seen the ocean
I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads And I mean to tell you my friend They weren't no easy roads You had to watch out for all the curves Down by Kelsey Creek And detour through the Lindsay's pasture When the water ran too deep
Ah, but those memories of East Texas Those piney green rolling hills Covered in the springtime With those wild daffodils Sitting in those Piney Woods Playing my guitar Thinking back on the roads I've come Thinking I had not come that far...
I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads And I mean to tell you my friend They weren't no easy roads You had to watch out for all the curves Down by Kelsey Creek And detour through the Lindsay's pasture When the water ran too deep