The road is gonna call you out boy so raise your hand when you hear your name
I don't care if I dream the same
Cause when my truck is poking at the clouds and the storm is trying to getaway
I don't wanna sing about therain
So bless my soul and take me back toFort Worth
Packed my things I've got my lady too
Here I stand until the lord is gonna call me
Yeah I guess I'll give up I guess I got things to do
They say the work is gonna come again boy they say the work is gonna make you old
I think I'd rather be poor than cold
So be careful what you've gone and wished for they say the money makes a man grow mean
I don't care if it's gold or green
So bless my soul and take me back to Fort Worth
Packed my things I've got my lady too
Here I stand until the lord is gonna call me
Yeah I guess I'll give up I guess I got things to do
So let me know when you find your place boy let me know when you've got band
And don't leave until I shake your hand
Because the places that you wanna go now I can make them all come true
No sir I don't trust you
So bless my soul and take me back to Fort Worth
Packed my things I've got my lady too
Here I stand until the lord is gonna call me
Yeah I guess I'll give up I guess I got things to do
