That Girl From Brownsville Texas

I say, "God, if You ain't smiling on me
 Then you ain't no friend of mine"
 It's late at night and this motel room's drunk
 I been listening to the lonesome wind crying
 My best friend once said, Jim, what you cling to
 That's the thing that you had best forget
 For ain't no rose bed ever gonna bloom
 In an untended field of regrets
 Guess, I been busy killing time
 Counting bullet holes in state line signs
 I led a life of lonely drifting
 Trying to rise above the buzzards in my mind
 You get dizzy chasing 'round
 The tail of what you need to leave behind
 Oh, sweet Jesus, won't you help me?
 'Cause all I'm trying to do
 Is plant them seeds of love
 With that girl from Brownsville, Texas
 Midnight radio, a crackly
 White gospel station kicking out the sounds
 Of some half-assed revival
 Me, I never much cared for the feelings
 You get quoting scriptures from out of the Bible
 For as the crow flies, I know only one cure
 For a permanent tear in your eye
 You gotta crank like hell
 That rope on old sorrow's well
 'Til the day that the bucket comes up dry
 Guess, I been busy killing time
 Counting bullet holes in state line signs
 I led a life of lonely drifting
 Trying to rise above the buzzards in my mind
 You get dizzy chasing 'round the tail
 Of what you need to leave behind
 Oh, sweet Jesus, won't you help me?
 'Cause all I'm trying to do is plant them seeds of love
 With that girl from Brownsville, Texas
 'Cause all I'm trying to do is plant them seeds of love
 With that girl from Brownsville, Texas
 Now, dreams are just prayers
 Without the put on airs
 And though my history of dreams
 Is a scandal of backassward schemes
 And romantic disasters
 Where Lord
 You dealt me more cards than I could handle
 Still from the lips of this half-hearted sinner
 Comes the pledge of a half baked saint
 'Cause Lord
 I might finally be willing to become the religious fool
 You always wanted me to be
 If in return, we could just tell that girl
 I'm the man, You and me both know that I ain't
 Guess, I been busy killing time
 Counting bullet holes in state line signs
 I led a life of lonely drifting
 Trying to rise above the buzzards in my mind
 You get dizzy chasing 'round the tail
 Of what you need to leave behind
 Oh, sweet Jesus, won't you help me?
 'Cause all I'm trying to do is plant them seeds of love
 With that girl from Brownsville, Texas