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(Ken Ficara) Copyright © 2008 Ken Ficara Ken Ficara: Vocals, guitar, harmonica Recorded on the Sunset Limited across Texas, 2008
We rode across Texas
From sun to sun
Mile after mile we'd see no one
Telephone wire overhead
Barbed wire below
All the way from Beaumont to El Paso
I can't imagine riding here alone
Wondering if the Texas sun would bleach my bones
The sagebrush and the cactus
The rocks and the emptiness
The endless sky, the wind and the loneliness
But they came and built a country here
Scratched a living from this ground
Spilled a lot of blood, spilled a lot of tears
But they never did back down
Modern eyes are horrified
This history upsets us
But we'd be a smaller nation without Texas
I was sleeping when we stopped in San Antonio
At breakfast we pulled into Del Rio
Across the Pecos High Bridge into the mountains
Up to Alpine, elevation five thousand
All these towns they look so old and faded
You look around and wonder how they made it
But it was never easy here
If you were weak you disappeared
They looked back at their families, did what they did
This trip is so easy on the train
Sheltered from the dust or the rain
Meals three times a day
The miles roll away
I never have to see these towns again
Years ago this journey took much longer
And the people who made it were stronger
I'm not sure that I would have made it through
I guess you just do what you gotta do
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