Drive an hour outta dalhartnOne long straight linenThere’s a ranch house out of nowherenThere’s a crossroad, there’s a signnShe is born that ranch housenHer daddy slapped her alivenHer doctor still in town cause he’s too drunk to drivennSigning Truale, Truale, Truale, truennThere were horses horses horses to ridenDapple of grace, wide open skiesnThere were pintos, bathed running in stridenWind her face, it was like she could flynnSigning Truale, Truale, Truale, truennThere was oil, oil, there was oil to be foundnEverywhere you put a boot, there was oil in the groundnOil in the ground and oil in the mudnYou pump long enough it gets in the bloodnnSigning Truale, Truale, Truale, truennShe turned 15 took a roughneck with a hand-done tattoonThey run off in his hotrod 442nAnd driving all night, drinking all daynEnded up down in Dallas in a family waynn Signing Truale, Truale, Truale, truennCame back and turned 30nHer and the girls nNever said why she left nBut she wore country pearlsnSays to her father, “No questions, no lies”nShe drove a t-bird with the top downnCold beer between her thighsnnSigning Truale, Truale, Truale, truennThere were horses, horses, horses to ridenDapples of grace wide open skiesnThere were pintos, bathed running full stridenThe wind in her face it was like she could flyn nSinging truale truale truale truen
Truale
Sam Baker
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Lyrics by Sam Baker
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