Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

"The honky tonks in Texas were my natural home
Where you tip your hat to the ladies
and the Rose of San Antone"

and it don't matter who's in Austin lady bird is still the queen

the road the road it never ends over that hill is Zion and behind the last one too, straight as an arrow through far left Texas desert, twisting up north to Ruidoso and the inn of the mountain gods. Through the Mescalero Apache reservation, it was killing me but I loved it like a mother lover, for twenty tears and a it was the sweetest home I ever had, living in a sleeper of a truck like it was my steel womb. a truckers nightmare to run out of road, so I haunt a silicon highway