Here I Come

When I was a young boy my father asked what I wanna be

I said I wanna be a flatlander, Jimmy, Dale, Butch or Reilly

I wanna play guitar and sing and make the people stomp the floor

I wanna ride the best of the best and be a high plains troubadour

He bought a beat up Takamine for me on my fourteenth birthday

With a couple Terry Allen tapes I play to every day

I started writing songs that sucked on the surface and cliche

I musta wrote two hundred bad ones before a good one came my way

Now I'm damn near almost thirty with this trailer to load

My name is misspelled on the marquee five hundred miles down the road

My skin is so much thicker now that I've been in this shit

It's too soon for accolades and it's too late to quit

So here I am and here I come

I've never been much at anything but tying words to a string

Picking with two fingers and using my ears to sing

And looking up at pictures of John T's and Green Hall

And paying my respects to the great ones on the wall

I think back on afternoons when this was all just a dream

I still got big ambitions and a head full of steam

As I look out past the curtain and out onto the floor

I'm one day closer to a high plains troubadour

Yeah, I'm damn near almost thirty with this trailer to load

My name is misspelled on the marquee five hundred miles down the road

My skin is so much thicker now that I've been in this shit

It's too soon for accolades and it's too late to quit

So here I am and here I come

So here I am and here I come