I Can't Live In Houston Anymore

I Can’t Live In Houston Anymore
Jeb Barry and the Pawn Shop Saints texas, etc… jeb@jebbarry.com www.jebbarry.com

I’ve known her forever, well maybe since high school
She was head cheerleader, I spent four years wishing I was cool
I wrote her songs and letters, she’s never heard or read
Once in a while she’d walk by, I’d just drop my head
She up and married, that boy next door
I can’t live in Houston, anymore

The humidity’s heavy, for this part of May
I’m still hanging around this town still planning my escape
That class reunion, it’s like, I didn’t know a soul
She looked so settled in, it was a sign it’s time to go
Wish I was 16, standing outside her door
I can’t live in Houston, anymore

One eye on that highway, one eye on the past
Took my last paycheck, filled the car with beer and gas
I’ll head to LA, maybe New York or Tennessee
Skip the goodbyes to all those friends who swore I’d never leave
Told mom and dad, this time I’m sure
I can’t live in Houston, anymore
I know I’ve said it, a thousand times before

I can’t live in Houston, anymore