Flatland Boogie

Hey up on the Cap rock, me and my baby ride

Goin' a hundred miles an hour, 'cause this old Ford can still fly

Got Four Roses in a sack an we ain't lookin' back tonight



Some top 40 Shorty's singin' on the radio

And there's cotton fields forever on both sides of the road

It's till the Flatland Boogie but where did the Wolfman go



Old photographs turn yellow, times they come and go

But we can still do the boogie from the High Plains to Mexico

Some old angel from Amarillo must be helpin' us to hold it on the road



Moonlight's a-fallin', look at that caliche glow

And old coyote's a howlin' doesn't know he's too old

Headlights a shinin' on all we ever need to know



Cross the Llano Estacado, baby's still by my side

Ain't no reason to stop and there ain't no place to hide

You want to Flatland Boogie better flat out come and ride



Old photographs turn yellow, times they come and go

But we can still do the boogie from the High Plains to Mexico

Some old angel from Amarillo must be helpin' us to hold it on the road

Some old angel from Amarillo must be helpin' us to hold it on the road