When I leave this town you will not see me cry
An east Texas town with all the wells run dry
Looking to the sky, waiting for a change
No sign of rain
And if I find life beyond the Interstate
Past the rusting rails and the cattle grates
Maybe I will call from a truckstop on my way
And I'll say "Howdy, ya'll...still no sign of rain"
But until that day this porch is my highway
I hear trucks roll by, fanning my desires
Spitting in the eye of hurricanes
Still no sign of rain, no
And watch the sun go down
On this east Texas town