You used to say the highway was your home
But we both know that ain't true
It's just the only place a man can go
When he don't know where he's traveling to
Colorado's always clean & healing
Tennessee the spring is green & cool
But it never really was your kind of town
So you went around with the Fort Worth blues
Somewhere out across the Great Divide
Where the sky is wide & the clouds are few
A man can see his way clear to the light
Just hold on tight, that's all you got to do.

Steve Earle, Ft. Worth Blues