If you're headed west on 84, you're in her driveway
She'll greet you with the welcome mat
Of cotton fields and a wind turbine bouquet
Sinking summer sun's her porch light, it's so bright I look away
Mac Davis playing on my stereo, brings a smile to my face
God, I miss this place
Take me home where the air is dry
And the cotton and winter wheat grow knee-high
I tell you friend, I ain't seen a prettier sunset sky
A little windy, but I don't mind
Little breeze through my hair suits me just fine
And you oughta see them stars burn at night
Feeling low from the road, time to head back home
Nothing like a little bit of Lubbock to get me high
She's quite an artsy lady
She gave birth to rock 'n' roll
But if you asked her where her heart's at
She'd tell you she's got country in her soul
And you can hear 'em singing on the Broadway
Or down in the depot
The ghost of Buddy Holly is still alive and singing this song
Take me home where the air is dry
And the cotton and winter wheat grow knee-high
I tell you friend, I ain't seen a prettier sunset sky
A little windy, but I don't mind
Little breeze in my hair suits me just fine
You oughta see them stars burn at night
Feeling low from the road, time to head back home
Nothing like a little bit of Lubbock to get me high
The farmers working hard all week, breaking their backs
Sendin' prayers to an autumn harvest moon
And on Saturdays, they paint that town scarlet and black
Off 19th street, down where the lights are blue
Take me home where the air is dry
And the cotton and winter wheat grow knee-high
Where a boy and a girl with a dream could touch the sky
A little windy but I don't mind
Little breeze through my hair suits me just fine
You oughta hear them victory bells ringing on a Saturday night
Feeling low from the road, time to head back home
The friendliest place I've ever known
Nothing like a little bit of Lubbock to get me high
(Take me home where the air is dry)
(And the cotton and winter wheat grow knee-high)
Oh, get me high (I tell you friend, I ain't seen a prettier sunset sky)
(Take me home where the air is dry)
(And the cotton and winter wheat grow knee-high)
(I tell you friend, I ain't seen a prettier sunset sky) ain't seen a prettier sunset sky
(A little windy, but I don't mind)
(Little breeze through my hair suits me just fine)
(You oughta see them stars burn at night)
(Take me home where the air is dry)
(And the cotton and winter wheat grow knee-high)
(I tell you friend, I ain't seen a prettier sunset sky)
