that same moon that we watched so many nights still hangs in the august sky my rear view mirror is still slanted to the side from when i could look in it and see your eyes everything just keeps on driftin by like a tube on that river you and i and the only thing that i can t clearly see is why you left texas and me every time that i play this old guitar i wish i was still playin it for you i still can t think about that dusty hill country without feelin just a little blue and i knew just lookin at you my rear view would only show me the back of my seat in the days to come but these days just take forever i can t believe this month is over and you just keep slippin further away
['red dirt', 'texas country']