Here I Come

[Guitar Intro]

[Verse 1]
When I was a young boy my father asked what I wanna be
I said I wanna be a flatlander, Jimmie Dale, Butch, or Ely
I wanna play guitar and sing, and make the people stomp the floor
I wanna write the best of the best
And be a high plains troubadour

[Verse 2]
He bought a beat up Takamine for me on my 14th birthday
With a couple of Terry Allen tapes I played to everyday
I started writing songs that sucked on the surface and cliches
I must have wrote two hundred bad ones before a good one came my way

[Chorus]
Now I'm damn near almost thirty with this trailer to load
My name is misspelled on the marquee 500 miles down the road
My skin is so much thicker now that I've been in this shit
It's too soon for accolades and it's too late to quit
So here I am
And here I come

[Verse 3]
I've never been much of anything but tying words to a string
Picking with two fingers, using my ears to sing
Looking up at pictures of John T's and Gruene Hall
And paying my respects to the great ones on the wall

[Verse 4]
I think back on afternoons when this was all just a dream
Still got big ambitions and a head full of steam
As I look out past the curtain and out on to the floor
I'm one day closer to a high plains troubadour

[Chorus]
Yeah I'm damn near almost thirty with this trailer to load
My name is mispelled on the marquee 500 miles down the road
My skin is so much thicker now that I've been in this shit
It's too soon for accolades and it's too late to quit
So here I am
And here I come

[Guitar Solo]

[Outro]
So here I am
And here I come