"Belly Of Texas" lyrics - RAY WYLIE HUBBARD

I'm running across the belly of Texas
On a bitter February night
Looking at the towns, the clowns, the frowns
And the mounds for the people who have died
Well I love my life like I love my state
It's hard and it's fast and it's dry
I'm running across the belly of Texas
On a bitter February night

Whoa Jeanie's at the wheel she just hit 3rd
We're coming onto I-35
My truck's running good with my house of wood
My friend's laying low inside
Some are a-grinnin' and some are a-sinnin'
And everyone's a-wild with a-laugh
I'm just a drinkin' and paranoid
Thinking please don't crash with the stash

Running across the belly of Texas...

Well I left two friends in a Santa Fe cafe
Buffalo and Chet to be exact
We had some good times, we drank some bad wines
And we used the same lines to get shacked
Well I'm a just a thinking about that right now
And how that I will never be rich
Buff's playing lead in a smoking country band
Chet's still digging in a ditch

[Guitars]

Whoa running across the belly of Texas...