If you’re headed west on 84, you’re in her driveway.
She’ll meet you with a welcome mat, a cotton field and a wind turbine bouquet;
The summers sun her porch light, and it’s so bright I look away;
Mac Davis playing on the stereo brings a smile to my face.
God, I missed this place.
Take me home where the air is dry
And the cotton and the tumbleweeds can grow knee high.
I tell ya friend, I aint never seen a prettier sunset sky
A little windy, but I don’t mind it,
A little breeze through my hair suits me just fine.