Drive an hour outta Dalhart
One long straight line
There's a ranch house out of nowhere
There's a crossroad, there's a signShe is born that ranch house
Her daddy slapped her alive
Her doctor still in town
'Cause he's too drunk to driveSigning Truale, Truale, Truale, trueThere 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, trueThere 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 bloodSigning Truale, Truale, Truale, trueShe turned 15 took a roughneck with a hand-done tattoo
They run off in his hot rod 442
And driving all night, drinking all day
Ended up down in Dallas in a family waySigning Truale, Truale, Truale, trueCame 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 thighsSigning 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 flySigning Truale, Truale, Truale, true
