When I was a kid growing up on the farm I dreamed of the lights and that city charm Hit the road at 19, in my eyes there were stars Headed west to Arizona alone in the dark I tell ya, ain't nothing you'll find Like a Phoenix woman and her fiery eyes Now with two little kids and an urban life The only thing like home is my truck outside I've been on a yacht in the Puget Sound I flew first class this world around I got my head in the clouds But my feet on the ground I moved a long time ago But my heart is still in Amarillo Well I hated the wind, you know I still do And that Hereford smell, it's a shit perfume But when I sit down and have a beer or two I miss the burning fires 'neath the stars with you I hiked Patagonia and I've heard the sound Of the King himself with a record crowd Some people don't know what to think of me I'm a fish out of water, I'm a mystery I love shooting guns and writing poetry Businessman with a cowboy's soul Like a salmon outta spawn, like a goose gone south It ain't where I'm from, but it's home now I love the city life, living fast and loud But my heart just can't let go Though I've been to Tokyo and London, somehow I still miss the prairie and the coyote howl In a grave north of Vigo I'll rest in Amarillo On the shoulders of my daddy We watched a sunrise I smiled as wide as Texas As my boots hung by his side I said "I want to be just like you" he smiled and looked at me He said "We all want to be somebody who others want to be." then he said, But I need wide open country to be like Jesus, mom and dad I need a hand to hold, my story told And a Stetson on my head In the end it's God, country and family and if I'm lucky when I am dead They will bury me like a cowboy in the boots I try to fill You see Granddaddy was a preacher, a farmer, a cattleman And when Daddy was a little boy that dream passed down to him Though the wind took me to Houston that sunrise followed me And I want to be a man My son will want to be But I need is wide open country to be a good man like my dad I need a hand to hold, my story told And a Stetson on my head In the end its God, country and family and if I'm lucky when I am dead They will bury me like a cowboy in the boots I try to fill When Daddy died, we gathered round and laid him down to rest The weight upon my shoulder I cried and watched the sunset But Dad showed us a good life how to love and how to live So we'll bury him like a cowboy in the boots we try to fill And in the wide open country in the wind I hear my dad His memory, I hold, his story told And his Stetson on my head He sings, "God, country and family" And if you're lucky when you are dead, They will bury you like a cowboy in the boots you already fill As I drove back home to Houston I parked the truck beneath the stars On the shoulder of a highway I wrote this song to the rhythm of cars Dad's words weren't just compass but a way to say thanks to me "We all want to be somebody who others want to be" When I was a kid growing up on the farm I dreamed of the lights and that city charm Hit the road at 19, in my eyes there were stars Headed west to Arizona alone in the dark I tell ya, ain't nothing you'll find Like a Phoenix woman and her fiery eyes Now with two little kids and an urban life The only thing like home is my truck outside I've been on a yacht in the Puget Sound I flew first class this world around I got my head in the clouds But my feet on the ground I moved a long time ago But my heart is still in Amarillo Well I hated the wind, you know I still do And that Hereford smell, it's a shit perfume But when I sit down and have a beer or two I miss the burning fires 'neath the stars with you I hiked Patagonia and I've heard the sound Of the King himself with a record crowd Some people don't know what to think of me I'm a fish out of water, I'm a mystery I love shooting guns and writing poetry Businessman with a cowboy's soul Like a salmon outta spawn, like a goose gone south It ain't where I'm from, but it's home now I love the city life, living fast and loud But my heart just can't let go Though I've been to Tokyo and London, somehow I still miss the prairie and the coyote howl In a grave north of Vigo I'll rest in Amarillo On the shoulders of my daddy We watched a sunrise I smiled as wide as Texas As my boots hung by his side I said "I want to be just like you" he smiled and looked at me He said "We all want to be somebody who others want to be." then he said, But I need wide open country to be like Jesus, mom and dad I need a hand to hold, my story told And a Stetson on my head In the end it's God, country and family and if I'm lucky when I am dead They will bury me like a cowboy in the boots I try to fill You see Granddaddy was a preacher, a farmer, a cattleman And when Daddy was a little boy that dream passed down to him Though the wind took me to Houston that sunrise followed me And I want to be a man My son will want to be But I need is wide open country to be a good man like my dad I need a hand to hold, my story told And a Stetson on my head In the end its God, country and family and if I'm lucky when I am dead They will bury me like a cowboy in the boots I try to fill When Daddy died, we gathered round and laid him down to rest The weight upon my shoulder I cried and watched the sunset But Dad showed us a good life how to love and how to live So we'll bury him like a cowboy in the boots we try to fill And in the wide open country in the wind I hear my dad His memory, I hold, his story told And his Stetson on my head He sings, "God, country and family" And if you're lucky when you are dead, They will bury you like a cowboy in the boots you already fill As I drove back home to Houston I parked the truck beneath the stars On the shoulder of a highway I wrote this song to the rhythm of cars Dad's words weren't just compass but a way to say thanks to me "We all want to be somebody who others want to be" When I was a kid growing up on the farm I dreamed of the lights and that city charm Hit the road at 19, in my eyes there were stars Headed west to Arizona alone in the dark I tell ya, ain't nothing you'll find Like a Phoenix woman and her fiery eyes Now with two little kids and an urban life The only thing like home is my truck outside I've been on a yacht in the Puget Sound I flew first class this world around I got my head in the clouds But my feet on the ground I moved a long time ago But my heart is still in Amarillo Well I hated the wind, you know I still do And that Hereford smell, it's a shit perfume But when I sit down and have a beer or two I miss the burning fires 'neath the stars with you I hiked Patagonia and I've heard the sound Of the King himself with a record crowd Some people don't know what to think of me I'm a fish out of water, I'm a mystery I love shooting guns and writing poetry Businessman with a cowboy's soul Like a salmon outta spawn, like a goose gone south It ain't where I'm from, but it's home now I love the city life, living fast and loud But my heart just can't let go Though I've been to Tokyo and London, somehow I still miss the prairie and the coyote howl In a grave north of Vigo I'll rest in Amarillo On the shoulders of my daddy We watched a sunrise I smiled as wide as Texas As my boots hung by his side I said "I want to be just like you" he smiled and looked at me He said "We all want to be somebody who others want to be." then he said, But I need wide open country to be like Jesus, mom and dad I need a hand to hold, my story told And a Stetson on my head In the end it's God, country and family and if I'm lucky when I am dead They will bury me like a cowboy in the boots I try to fill You see Granddaddy was a preacher, a farmer, a cattleman And when Daddy was a little boy that dream passed down to him Though the wind took me to Houston that sunrise followed me And I want to be a man My son will want to be But I need is wide open country to be a good man like my dad I need a hand to hold, my story told And a Stetson on my head In the end its God, country and family and if I'm lucky when I am dead They will bury me like a cowboy in the boots I try to fill When Daddy died, we gathered round and laid him down to rest The weight upon my shoulder I cried and watched the sunset But Dad showed us a good life how to love and how to live So we'll bury him like a cowboy in the boots we try to fill And in the wide open country in the wind I hear my dad His memory, I hold, his story told And his Stetson on my head He sings, "God, country and family" And if you're lucky when you are dead, They will bury you like a cowboy in the boots you already fill As I drove back home to Houston I parked the truck beneath the stars On the shoulder of a highway I wrote this song to the rhythm of cars Dad's words weren't just compass but a way to say thanks to me "We all want to be somebody who others want to be"
