They had a cross on the hill
An off -white picket fence
And he was off in the woods
I was working the counter
Still in his boots out there,
the last time a son's changing a tire
He duct -taped the muffler
and said, yeah, I'll come back soon
And he was just seventeen
and he sang with the king
Him and the jukebox singing along
And she was dressed like a nun,
black shoes and black hat
Well it takes one to know one
And it was goodbye to Texas,
This life ain't nothin' but
You think you've figured it out,
And it was never the same,
But there was no one to blame,
how could you know that it wouldn't?
They ran the old bit in the paper,
They had a cross on the hill,
an off -white picket fence,
A play er piano played clear to loom
Mm... ...mm... .mm... ...mm... ...mm...