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

Chorus
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