What you get is what you see
With a small town home grown boy like me
My father's father's blood runs deep as his dreams that I still hold dear
And hard days work- yeah, it gives me pride
And my words are the fuel for the fire inside
Of the heart that she outgrew like this town here
Well, if you see my girl in Austin,
Tell her I miss what we lost when
she walked out the door to return no more
to the life that she belongs
and if she's there in Amarillo
'Bout that note beneath my pillow