West Texas

Well I was born out in West Texas Smack dab in the middle of no place I grew up fast out in West Texas Living hard and running wild at a honky tonkin' pace Well I missed something in West Texas I could not put my finger quite on it I was as empty as West Texas for sure At times I thought I'd just give up and quit Then I met up with a preacher in Odessa At a truck stop sitting on 385 He struck up conversation bout the weather And he offered me some coffee and said that he would buy And then he told me bout God's grace and mercy How God could fill that empty place in me So right there in that truck stop in West Texas my friend I grabbed ahold of God's amazing grace Now you may live back east in New York City In canyons made of concrete steel and stone You may be on a combine in Nebraska Or setting out in L.A. but feeling all alone Well you may hang your hat in Tallahassee Or you may call Tulsa town your home Don't matter cause God's grace can find you No matter where upon this earth you roam Yea you may live back east in New York City In canyons made of concrete steel and stone You may be on a combine in Nebraska Or setting out in L.A. but feeling all alone Well you may hang your hat in Tallahassee Or you may call Tulsa town your home Don't matter cause God's grace can find you No matter where upon this earth you roam And if God could find me in West Texas for sure I know that He can find you I guarantee He'll find you God's grace is there no matter where you roam