I'm going back to the valley
The desert from where I was born
I'm going back to the valley
The desert from where I was born
If I can make it back on mountain time
I'm gonna lock all the doors
Ain't never leaving the county lines
I stayed lit too long
Baby now I'm all burned out
I stayed lit too long
Baby now I'm all burned out
But If you like em all busted and broke
A cautionary tale and a joke
That's what I'm all about
You can call me the west Texas exile
Call it the final retreat
I'm out here trying to out run my fate
While I still got my boots on my feet
If I had a soul
I would have sold it a long time ago
If I had a soul
I would have sold it a long time ago
Hey devil, where's that dotted line
Gladly claim what's mine
A bottle of scotch and some Marlboros
That's all I'm worth
You can call me the West Texas Exile
Call it the final retreat
I'm out here trying to out run my fate
While I still got my boots on my feet
You placed your bet
You folded up
Go on home kid
You're outta luck
You placed your bet
You folded up
Go on home kid
You're outta luck
Didn't anybody tell you
This ain't no fuckin game
You can call me the West Texas Exile
Call it the final retreat
I'm out here trying to outrun my fate
I'm out here trying to outrun my fate
I'm out here trying to outrun my fate
While I still got my boots on my feet