G D C G I was born in South Central Texas D G In a town down along that Coastal Bend D C G Where there's miles and miles of milo and cotton D G And that warm Matagorda wind Bm C G And there's acres and acres of black dirt gumbo Bm C D And a town that seemed to fall from the sky G C G C Where I was raised, down on the Coastal Plains G D G Lives a town too tough to die G D C G Well you know it has some history, like most places do D G Once sacred to the ones that called it home D C G Some came to till the soil, most to drill for oil D G That lay waiting down below that salt dome Bm C G So they raised the wooden derricks and lowered steel pipe Bm C D And they stayed until the last well ran dry G C G C Where I was raised, back in the glory days G D G Of a town too tough to die G D C G And now it seems so different, after all this time D G Or maybe it's just me who has changed D C G It's the same row of houses, it's that same general store D G And that same dead stretch of Main. Bm C G It's that same restless feeling, on those same empty streets Bm C D Where you and I, we used to ride G C G C It was where we spent our days, before we ran away G D G D C And when everything is changed, that memory remains G D C G Of a town too tough to die
