If you're headed west on 84, you're in her driveway

She'll greet you with a welcome mat of cotton fields and a wind turbine bouquet

A sinking summer sun's her porch light, it's so bright I look away

Mac Davis playing on my stereo brings a smile to my face

God, I miss this place

Take me home where the air is dry, and the cotton and the winter wheat grow knee-high

I tell ya, friend, I ain't seen a prettier sunset sky

A little windy, but I don't mind, little breeze through my hair suits me just fine

And you oughta see them stars burn at night

Feeling low from the road, time to head back home

Nothing like a little bit of Lubbock to get me high

She's quite an artsy lady, she gave birth to rock 'n' roll

If you asked her where her heart's at, she'd tell you she got country in her soul

And you can hear 'em singing on Broadway or down in the depot

The ghost of Buddy Holly is still alive and singing this song

Take me home where the air is dry, and the cotton and the winter wheat grow knee-high

I tell ya, friend, I ain't seen a prettier sunset sky

A little windy, but I don't mind, little breeze through my hair suits me just fine

And you oughta see them stars burn at night

Feeling low from the road, time to head back home

Nothing like a little bit of Lubbock to get me high

Farmers working hard all week breaking their backs

Sending prayers to an autumn harvest moon

And on Saturdays, they paint that town scarlet and black

Off of 19th street down where the lights are blue

Take me home where the air is dry, and the cotton and the winter wheat grow knee-high

Where a boy and a girl with a dream can touch the sky

A little windy, but I don't mind, little breeze through my hair suits me just fine

You oughta hear them victory bells ringing on a Saturday night

Feeling low from the road, time to head back home

The friendliest place I've ever known

Nothing like a little bit of Lubbock to get me high

Go on, get me high

Take me home where the air is dry, and the cotton and the winter wheat grow knee-high

I tell ya, friend, I ain't seen a prettier sunset sky

Ain't seen a prettier sunset sky

A little windy, but I don't mind, little breeze through my hair suits me just fine

You oughta see them stars burn at night

Take me home where the air is dry, and the cotton and the winter wheat grow knee-high

I tell ya, friend, I ain't seen a prettier sunset sky