We still listen to high school football On the radio in West Texas Lights to shine bright every Friday night And you can drive ninety miles an hour Down the highway straight to ' Cisco The cops are at the ball game, they're getting tight And the sky gets wider and wider It disappear like the day Into the great divide you fade away And it's another world all together Right in the middle of God's country Smells like money, smells like shit Yeah, it smells like hell But when the cattle's all together And the pump jacks all are moving And the [cartons] are in blooming It smells like nothing else And the sky gets wider and wider Just like a brand new day Out in the great divide you fade away It's the land of my people My dream is come out here to find a bigger piece of sky It's all the winners and all the losers Real good people but just like you and I Hey, but nothing's really changed much As you drive on down at twenty Mexicans still work out in the field But everybody's dirty Man they're all a bunch of gamblers But some got rich Yeah, but they're gamblers still And the sky gets wider and wider The day's gonna be your day Out in the great divide you fade away And it's the land of my people My dream is come out here to find a bigger piece of sky It's all the winners and all the losers Real good people but just like you and I We still listen to high school football On the radio in West Texas Lights to shine bright every Friday night © BEAT UP FORD PUBLISHING; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com