Boy From West Texas-Chris Edwards

He came from Monahans That＇s in West Texas lands Where the wind blows mournfully. With a guitar a＇ strummin＇ And a banjo that was frailin＇. He came around with a story or two to tell. He hit the red brick streets Down in a storied town, Just the kind of place you＇d want to hang around. Sure as the sun does set, And everything finds it＇s rest, He had the songs to sing Of life and of everything That comes and goes along with it. And with his stories to tell, He hit those red brick streets Down in a storied East Texas town, So if you＇re passing through, Just let the stories catch you. And maybe tap your feet On them red brick streets, As the boy from West Texas plays his tune. Yes, the boy from West Texas will pick his tune.