That poor soul
He looks wrecked

Putting out his last cigarette
As she drives off
Those damn wheels

Keep turning round and round in his head

She goes off to someone else

He starts thinking to himself

When she's around, she makes me sad

When she's gone, I wish she'd come back
And she never brings enough to quite ease my pain
That girls like Texas rain


Two shots down
A bottle to go

Nowhere left to drown his soul
Except that hole she left in the driveway
With all her tire tracks


She goes off to someone else
He starts thinking to himself


When she's around, she makes me sad
When she's gone, I wish she'd come back

And she never brings enough to quite ease my pain
That girls like Texas rain