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… Why'd I have to read what I could not see about my ways that rubbed her wrong when she was goin', goin', gone? A heartland girl with uptown eyes My old fashioned views missed her disguise I'd have never guessed she'd have pawned our love for a pair of walking shoes Well, I hope those big plans all work out And she makes her name- but I have no doubt She'll one day see what it's all about Is this life she swore to lose 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… Why'd I have to read what I could not see about my ways that rubbed her wrong when she was goin', goin', gone? (Repeat)
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… Why'd I have to read what I could not see about my ways that rubbed her wrong when she was goin', goin', gone? A heartland girl with uptown eyes My old fashioned views missed her disguise I'd have never guessed she'd have pawned our love for a pair of walking shoes Well, I hope those big plans all work out And she makes her name- but I have no doubt She'll one day see what it's all about Is this life she swore to lose 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… Why'd I have to read what I could not see about my ways that rubbed her wrong when she was goin', goin', gone? (Repeat)
