The Panhandlers - West texas in my eye

La^Dtely I’ve been thinking I could leave this t^Bmown ^F#mCut back on my drinking, s^Atop this running round Pla^Dying songs 'til after midnight, staying up 'til ^Bmdawn There’s so^F#mmething in the dust and wind that k^Aeeps me hanging on And I ne^Gver thought I’d l^Aive to see the d^Day I’d say goodb^Gye I ain’t cr^Bmying, that’s west Te^Axas in my e^Dye

I’^Dll be your blue eyed bandit if you’ll be my ren^Bmegade I c^F#mount a thousand tumbleweeds roll ^Aby me everyday I’d l^Dike to grow a rose and stow it in that desert s^Bmage Like a me^F#mssage in a bottle floating d^Aown the open plains Where the Ll^Gano Esta^Acado rises ^Dup to meet the s^Gky I ain’t cr^Bmying that’s west Te^Axas in my e^Dye

I’ve s^Deen the thunderheads descend and rip into the gro^Bmund The tw^F#misted hand of heaven spreading te^Arror all around Sen^Dding farmers into deeper debt and ranchers to the gr^Bmave Where to^F#mwers mark the end of time with sl^Aowly spinning blades 'Til the wa^Gter table fa^Alls below the re^Dach of huma^Gnkind I ain’t cr^Bmying that’s west Te^Axas in my e^Dye

La^Dtely I’ve been thinking I could leave this t^Bmown ^F#mCut back on my drinking and s^Atop this running round Pla^Dying songs til after midnight and staying up until d^Bmawn But there’s som^F#mething in the dust and wind that ke^Aeps me hanging on And I ne^Gver thought I’d l^Aive to see the d^Day I said goo^Gdbye I ain’t cry^Bming that’s west Te^Axas in my e^Gye I ain’t cry^Bming that’s west Te^Axas in my e^Dye