Down to South Texas (3:57)

500 Feet to 1942, Ain't nothin' like the sky when you're flying in the blue. Miles from God, devil at the boots. Just a man in green in his white parachute. The children at the dock sang and cheared for the mission, I left you with a locket and told you just to kiss it now and again. So send my love down to south Texas every night I dream of your Sunday kissin', every horse on the farm jumpin' Oh Lord Bless us to a kiss on the cheek by my little baby princess. Play my song by Mr. Hank Williams, tell 'em we long gone and it's a dang good feeling. We might get stuck dear, we might be saved - here comes the Jump onto that lost highway. Thirty years old in 1949 just a man on the force trying to keep the town in line. We built us a church way down in south Texas, in the morning I'm beholden to your love. May the fear of God haunt thy enemy as I try to sweep the devil out from these streets. I've been tryin' to grip the devil before he catches me so, send my love down to south Texas, every night I dream of those that left us. Every dog on the farm jumpin' Oh Lord bless us to a kiss on the cheek by my little baby princess. Singing my song by Mr. Hank Williams, tell him we long gone and it's a dang good feeling. We might get stuck dear, we might be saved - here comes the Jump onto that lost highway. We might get stuck dear, we might be saved - here comes the Jump onto that lost highway.