West Texas Town Songtext / Lyric

George Strait & Dean Dillon



I'm on my way to Amarillo

I can't seem to get my fill of

That little West Texas town.



I've got a sweet thing built right Betty

Head to toe, she's might pretty

Living in that West Texas town.



Friday comes, it's time to roll

Time for me to hit the road

I've got my eyes on the horizon.



My little dish in that panhandle

Lights up like a Roman Candle

When I reach that West Texas town.



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Aw, sing it Dean.



From Big Spring all the way to Plainview

I can't wait to get to you know who

In that West Texas town.



I'd drive through Hell and half of Texas

Just to get to her by breakfast

Waiting in that West Texas town.



Friday comes, it's time to roll

Time for me to hit the road

I've got my eyes on the horizon.



My little dish in that panhandle

Lights up like a roman candle

When I reach that West Texas town.



Baby, turn the porch light on

Your big Poppa's coming home

To that West Texas town, oh...