"Life Of A Texas Man" lyrics

Well, he carries a big a knife in his pocket
That's because he thinks the worlds too small
And he knows that he really likes a livin'
Cause he's looking for the best time of them all

He's got his head in the clouds
Or a little above it
He can take something
And make nothing out of it

He's got his head full of dreams
And a pocket full of sand
Brother that's the life of the Texas man

Look out folks
He's on a big road
And if he can't go wildin'
He just won't go
Well, he's crippled blind and crazy
He's got his back against the wall
Cause the river so wide
And man his boat is so small

He's got his head in the clouds
Or a little above it
He can take something
And make nothing out of it
He's got his head of dreams
And pocket full of sand
Brother that's the life of a Texas man

You can bet he'd gonna leave no turned unstoned
As he rambles down his road alone
I got a face like a piece of granite
A life that's kinda rough
Ones too many, 20 ain't enough

He's got his head in the clouds
Or a little above it
He can take something
And make nothing out of it
He's damned if he don't
And he's damned if he do
And brother that's what makes him
Just like me and you
Brother that's make him
Just like me and you