South of Austin

There's a dirty dive bar whiskey pourin'
Full of tank-top tanned girls
Drinkin' it up in their own little worlds

There's a fumin' boy penned in the corner
Tucked into a booth like he always has
Rippin well whiskey, drunk of his ass

By the time midnight decides to strike
He'll be blacked out into tomorrow
With all the courage he'd long forgotten

He'll have found himself someone to dance
A dark-haired beauty only two drinks deep
Too good and kind to know he's what she needs

Well he's the quiet type
In the state of mind
He'll get back to her
At the right time
By the end of it
He can't handle this
He'll knock one down
To give her a kiss

He'll have forgotten her name by tomorrow
She'll be on a plane headed to south of Austin

There's a windy dusty road in Texas
A Ford pickup cutting through the wind
She's off to see her momma in them hills

There's some Chris Ledoux tunes on the speakers
An ode to her late daddy died this year last
An old hat cowboy who bucked broncs bareback

But she just can't get it out of her mind
That boy she met out in North Caroline
She just wished he'd been sober enough to drive

He drank the same damn whiskey as her daddy
He was quiet strong angry and kind
I guess it's one of those things you don't notice at the time

She's the wild kind
With a peace of mind
She only acts if
She was raised right
After all of this
She can't forget that kiss
And now she's wonderin'
Where he is

She'll have gotten home to her momma
She'll forget a fumin' boy in North Carolina