"Houston Belongs To Me" lyrics

You left town, I hung around
After all, this is where I'm from
I like the Gulf breeze blowing
And that mid-day August burning sun
Now, I've never had the urge to leave
It was all you could talk about
But since you're leaving, it just makes sense
For me to stay here in this house

You can take that old iron bed we bought
The Round Top antique show
That stack of old Life magazines
Handed down from old so-and-so
Go on and pack up your old Rock and Roll records
You can even take the shelf
There's just one thing I'd like to keep
You can take everything else

When we call it quits
I hope on this we can agree
That Houston, Houston belongs to me

The water tower on Fillmore Street
Is the first place I got high
After the homecoming football game
Way back in 1995
My grandma lives down on Sugar Creek
I can drive there with my eyes closed
And no, you can't see the stars out there
But we've got the refinery's glow

When we call it quits
I hope on this we can agree
That Houston, Houston belongs to me
Ooh, Houston, Houston belongs to me