Black Texas Dirt — текст песни (Buck Owens)

Mama and papa spent the very best years of their life on the west Texas farm
Tryin` to scratch a livin` from the black land dirt that traded them only with storm
From way before sunup to way up to sundown papa walked behind that ol` mule
Until the day that they laid him away he lived by the golden rule
Black Texas dirt you`re full of hurt and you won`t geow nothing but weeds
You took my mama and papa it`s true but you ain`t a gonna get me
[ ac.guitar ]
Yes sun and the rain well they took everything cept the dirt that would fly in my face
I swore that someday that I`d find me a way to take me away from this place
I packed up my belongings for soon I`d be goin` far off to start a new life
And I`d better hurry or I`d have to worry about those dark clouds in the sky

As I reached the gate and turned to take one last look
At the old homeplace where I was born
I thought I could hear voices callin` to me
But then I thought no that just must be the storm
I couldn`t get over the feelin` something was wrong
That I was leavin` something behind
I couldn`t put my finger on it but I couldn`t get that off my mind
It seemed as if the wind was mama`s and papa`s voices
And that they were pleading with to stay
And that the rain was tears at the skies were shadding because I was goin` away
But then like a bow of lightnin` from out the blue
Oh that feelings got over me like a flood
And for the very first time in my life I knew I had black Texas dirt in my blood

Black Texas dirt you`re full of hurt and you won`t geow nothing but weeds
You took my mama and papa it`s true and now you`re a gonna take me