High Plains Girl

She came down from Floydada

to play an Idalou bum

with some bottled corn and some liquid taters

and some piss poor smelling stash.

To sell her soul, she spent her heart of gold,

but she never ran out of hard cash.

From bootleggers to corporate beggars

to the braggarts on those barroom stools,

she never blinked or hesitated

any time she ran across a fool

Her taste in men kept her wasted way back then

At the time, we all knew those were her rules.

Shots of gold with Lone Star

another BYOB bar

another heart that she spun as she twirled

She’s pretty high-falutin’ now

hitched to some high end low brow

Ah, but to me she’ll always be

A High Plains girl.

I hear she finally married into money

on both her third and fourth tries

And if her sights are fixed on five and six

you know I wouldn’t be surprised.

Ain’t nothing much to do back here in Idalou

but go to Lubbock and see what’s happening on a Friday night.

Shots of gold with Lone Star

another BYOB bar

another heart that she spun as she twirled

She’s pretty high-falutin’ now

hitched to some low end high brow

Ah, but to me she’ll always be

A High Plains girl.