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Pat Green Live At Billy Bob S Texas Live

(Pat Green) Other night I ran into my girlfriend Sitting at a table all alone getting stoned I'm sleeping all by myself down in Corpus Think I'll find

(Pat Green) Found myself in a barroom Doin' things I ought not to Watching my life as it slowly passed me by I was holding on to lovers And disregarding

(Pat Green) Lately I'm feeling kinda broken, Like a man out of sorts with the world, And I ain't got no explanation, And if I did I know I'd sound

million bucks selling computers I still go to George's and drink my beer He's gone, yeah he's gone but I'm still here He's gone, yeah he's gone but I

the Wells Fargo; she's bustin' at the seems." I knew that I had framed him, but I don't feel bad, The way that I was living, was driving me mad. Billy

(Pat Green) If I had a million I would build you a mansion, A hundred miles from nowhere with all a girl could need, We would run through the hallways

(Pat Green) Women and whiskey, they ain't the answer Lord I just know that this is true But the way that I'm feeling I just might be thinking Lord tonight

I'd rather be in Texas on my own Chorus So we were southbound 35 We were headed down the road Hit the border by the morning Let Texas fill my soul Yeah let Texas