West Texas
Well I was born out in West Texas
Smack dab in the middle of no place
I grew up fast out in West Texas
Living hard and running wild at a honky tonkin' pace
Well I missed something in West Texas
I could not put my finger quite on it
I was as empty as West Texas for sure
At times I thought I'd just give up and quit
Then I met up with a preacher in Odessa
At a truck stop sitting on 385
He struck up conversation bout the weather
And he offered me some coffee and said that he would buy
And then he told me bout God's grace and mercy
How God could fill that empty place in me
So right there in that truck stop in West Texas my friend
I grabbed ahold of God's amazing grace
Now you may live back east in New York City
In canyons made of concrete steel and stone
You may be on a combine in Nebraska
Or setting out in L.A. but feeling all alone
Well you may hang your hat in Tallahassee
Or you may call Tulsa town your home
Don't matter cause God's grace can find you
No matter where upon this earth you roam
Yea you may live back east in New York City
In canyons made of concrete steel and stone
You may be on a combine in Nebraska
Or setting out in L.A. but feeling all alone
Well you may hang your hat in Tallahassee
Or you may call Tulsa town your home
Don't matter cause God's grace can find you
No matter where upon this earth you roam
And if God could find me in West Texas for sure
I know that He can find you I guarantee He'll find you
God's grace is there no matter where you roam
Smack dab in the middle of no place
I grew up fast out in West Texas
Living hard and running wild at a honky tonkin' pace
Well I missed something in West Texas
I could not put my finger quite on it
I was as empty as West Texas for sure
At times I thought I'd just give up and quit
Then I met up with a preacher in Odessa
At a truck stop sitting on 385
He struck up conversation bout the weather
And he offered me some coffee and said that he would buy
And then he told me bout God's grace and mercy
How God could fill that empty place in me
So right there in that truck stop in West Texas my friend
I grabbed ahold of God's amazing grace
Now you may live back east in New York City
In canyons made of concrete steel and stone
You may be on a combine in Nebraska
Or setting out in L.A. but feeling all alone
Well you may hang your hat in Tallahassee
Or you may call Tulsa town your home
Don't matter cause God's grace can find you
No matter where upon this earth you roam
Yea you may live back east in New York City
In canyons made of concrete steel and stone
You may be on a combine in Nebraska
Or setting out in L.A. but feeling all alone
Well you may hang your hat in Tallahassee
Or you may call Tulsa town your home
Don't matter cause God's grace can find you
No matter where upon this earth you roam
And if God could find me in West Texas for sure
I know that He can find you I guarantee He'll find you
God's grace is there no matter where you roam
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Writer(s): Ernie Wayne Couch
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