Truale

Drive an hour outta dalhart One long straight line There's a ranch house out of nowhere There's a crossroad, there's a sign She is born that ranch house Her daddy slapped her alive Her doctor still in town cause he's too drunk to drive Signing Truale, Truale, Truale, true There were horses horses horses to ride Dapple of grace, wide open skies There were pintos, bathed running in stride Wind her face, it was like she could fly Signing Truale, Truale, Truale, true There was oil, oil, there was oil to be found Everywhere you put a boot, there was oil in the ground Oil in the ground and oil in the mud You pump long enough it gets in the blood Signing Truale, Truale, Truale, true She turned 15 took a roughneck with a hand-done tattoo They run off in his hotrod 442 And driving all night, drinking all day Ended up down in Dallas in a family way Signing Truale, Truale, Truale, true Came back and turned 30 Her and the girls Never said why she left But she wore country pearls Says to her father, "No questions, no lies" She drove a t-bird with the top down Cold beer between her thighs Signing Truale, Truale, Truale, true There were horses, horses, horses to ride Dapples of grace wide open skies There were pintos, bathed running full stride The wind in her face it was like she could fly Singing truale truale truale true