Flatland Boogie

Yeah, up on the cap rock me and my baby ride
We're goin' a hundred miles an hour
Cause this ol' Ford can still fly
Got four roses in a sack and
We ain't lookin' back tonight

Some top forty shorty's singin' on
The radio and there's
Cotton fields forever on both
Sides of the road
It's still a flatland boogie but
Where did the Wolfman go

Old photographs turn yellow times
They come and go
We can still do the boogie from
The high plains to Mexico
Some old angel from Amarillo
Must be helping us hold it on the road

Well, moon lights falling look
At that caliche glow
And a coyotes howling he doesn't
Know that he's too old
Headlights are shinin' on all we
Ever need to know
Across the llano estacado baby's
Still by my side
Got no reason to stop and there
Ain't no place to hide
You wanna flatland boogie better flat
Out and come to ride