Well the roadmaps of west texas never gave me good advice.

The trains all roll where the roads don't go, now i lay awake at night,

Just wondering where the rest is so i hit that iron gate,

And i yelled good-bye to that wife of mine, i may be running late.



I'm a-rolling on, i'm a-rolling on,

Rolling out past el paso texas, where i might have had a home.

I made my bed, so here i lie.

I'm rolling west texas teardrops in my eye.



Though i felt a lonesome feeling in dulce new mexico,

I was happier than i'd ever been in my el paso home.

But i thought about the woman whom i left to roam the land,

And i cried so much it dug a rut they call the rio grande.



I'm a-rolling on, i'm a-rolling on,

Rolling out past el paso texas, where i might have had a home.

I made my bed, so here i lie.

I'm rolling west texas teardrops in my eye.



And my destination is written upon my feet,

And the stars above are about the only company i keep.

I raise my pass and take my seat.

I'm rolling fast with a teardrop on my cheek.



So i guess there'll be no family, so i guess there'll be no wife.

Gonna roll away on an old steel dray, it's gonna be my life.

And the roadmaps i been reading, i never came to figure out.

All i know is i'd explode by any other route.



I'm a-rolling on, i'm a-rolling on,

Rolling out past el paso texas, where i might have had a home.

I made my bed, so here i lie.

I'm rolling west texas teardrops in my eye.




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