Dust on the Rails

Letra

Get Outta Plum Creek Texas outlaw country · driving train beat Verse 1 There’s an HOA letter on my door again, Says my grass is too high for the neighborhood men. Golf carts roll by like a Sunday parade, I’m standing in the driveway with a mower that won’t crank. I learned these streets when my kids were small, Now they’ve got their own roads and they hardly call. Mama said, “Son, bloom wherever you are,” But I’m looking past the rooftops, wishing on a star. Chorus I gotta get outta Plum Creek, Hear the tires hum underneath my feet. Lord, I love these people and the life we made, But I need a little room past the county line today. If I stay, I’ll keep circling the same old street. I gotta get outta Plum Creek. Verse 2 Fifty years old and I’m still learning how To let a road lead somewhere without turning around. That H-E-B coffee tastes the same each day, And I keep saying “soon” while the seasons slip away. Shot a sixty-one out on the course last week, Lost three good balls where the creek runs deep. I laughed with the boys, then I drove on home, Past a house full of memories, feeling alone. Chorus I gotta get outta Plum Creek, Hear the tires hum underneath my feet. Lord, I love these people and the life we made, But I need a little room past the county line today. If I stay, I’ll keep circling the same old street. I gotta get outta Plum Creek. Bridge Maybe I’ll come back when the wildflowers grow, Pull up by the old place and take it slow. I can love where I came from and still move on. I’ll leave at first light when the stars are gone. Final Chorus I’m gonna get outta Plum Creek, Let that white line run underneath my feet. I’ll call my kids from somewhere down the road, Tell ’em where I’m headed once I know. I’ll miss those oaks and that crooked fairway green, But I gotta get outta Plum Creek. Outro That letter’s on the dashboard; I can mow another day. The sun’s coming up, and I’m on my way.