Truale

Drive an hour outta Dalhart
 One long straight line
 There's a ranch house out of nowhere
 There's a crossroad, there's a sign
 She is born that ranch house
 Her daddy slapped her alive
 Her doctor still in town
 'Cause he's too drunk to drive
 Signing Truale, Truale, Truale, true
 There were horses horses horses to ride
 Dapple of grace, wide open skies
 There were pintos, bathed running in stride
 Wind her face, it was like she could fly
 Signing Truale, Truale, Truale, true
 There was oil, oil, there was oil to be found
 Everywhere you put a boot, there was oil in the ground
 Oil in the ground and oil in the mud
 You pump long enough it gets in the blood
 Signing Truale, Truale, Truale, true
 She turned 15 took a roughneck with a hand-done tattoo
 They run off in his hot rod 442
 And driving all night, drinking all day
 Ended up down in Dallas in a family way
 Signing Truale, Truale, Truale, true
 Came back and turned 30, her and the girls
 Never said why she left but she wore country pearls
 Says to her father 'No questions, no lies'
 She drove a T-bird with the top down
 Cold beer between her thighs
 Signing Truale, Truale, Truale, true
 There were horses, horses, horses to ride
 Dapples of grace wide open skies
 There were pintos, bathed running full stride
 The wind in her face it was like she could fly
 Signing Truale, Truale, Truale, true