Heading west <br />in my pickup truck <br />Been a tough week <br />and I’ve had enough <br /> <br />The harder I work <br />the more I find <br />I am not moving ahead <br />staying two steps behind <br /> <br />Rollin down this country road <br />just glad to get away <br />Running from the concrete and stone <br />where I live and work every day <br /> <br />I got Dallas in my rear view <br />and I am heading back <br />To my old stomping ground <br />where I can relax <br /> <br />Gonna hang out with family <br />and old friends again <br />Act like we hadn’t seen each other <br />since way back when <br /> <br />Cell phones turned off <br />and the radio on <br />Singing backup <br />for those old country songs <br /> <br />I got Dallas in my rear view <br />and it’s plain to see <br />The smaller it gets <br />the more I’m free <br /> <br />Breaking the chains <br />of the big city life <br />Heading to where <br />the stars show at night <br /> <br />The farther I get <br />the faster I drive <br />Racing like the wind <br />running for my life <br /> <br />Ill be so glad <br />to get back home <br />in that little town <br />where I belong<br /><br />Rusty (Ed) Gibson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dallas-in-my-rear-view/
