west texas - Greyson Chance

Lyrics by：Greyson Chance/Christian Medice

Composed by：Greyson Chance/Christian Medice

Produced by：Christian Medice

I can see the sky for miles

I can see that time so clear

When you told me forever

Was a word that I should not fear

I can see you driving and smoking

Virginia Slims on the dash

On that day I was crying

You stopped the car looked back

You said

Boy get the message

This ain't no New York City

Born and bred in West Texas

Raised you to be different

No matter how it ends

No matter all your sin

I hope you will understand

When I leave you better be a good man

I can see that house in the summer

Baseball in the yard

And when my knees got bloody

You told me keep playing hard

I remember mass on Sundays

Collared up to the ten

You were so d**n faithful

Even if it all was a mess

And in those years that we weren't speaking

When I was drinking for some meaning

You called me on the phone and then you said

Boy get the message

This ain't no New York City

Born and bred in West Texas

Raised you to be different

No matter how it ends

No matter all your sin

I hope you will understand

When I leave you better be a good man

You better be a good man

And it's so hard to imagine

What I'll do without you here

As you gaze your eyes towards mine

Tell me to wipe away those tears

You say Jesus loves you

Always will no matter what you've did

And in that moment I'm a kid again

You said

Boy get the message

This ain't no New York City

Born and bred in West Texas

Raised you to be different

No matter how it ends

No matter all your sin

I hope you will understand

When I leave you better be a good man

You better be a good man