Trent Willmon
Trent Willmon
Trent Willmon
Trent Willmon
Trent Willmon
Trent Willmon
Trent Willmon
Trent Willmon
Trent Willmon
Trent Willmon
She had her car loaded all down
Pointed east as she headed on out
But I had no idea how long it'd take
There ain't a tree, no there ain't a rock
Nothing on that horizon to block
The sad view of my baby driving away
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Yeah there she was kicking up dust
And out here a man can see for miles
Yeah and time don't fly
Losing love is always tough
But here in west Texas it takes a while to say goodbye
It's bad enough she's gone, gone, gone
But I had to watch her leave me all day long
I should have known that she wouldn't dig
The rattle snakes and risty oil rigs
Living here wasn't her idea of fun
I sat and whittled me a big ol' stick
Down to nothing but a little tooth pick
Just waiting on her to get here leaving done