Letras
Yeah, up on the Cap Rock me and my baby ride
We're goin' a hundred miles an hour
'Cause this ol' Ford can still fly
Got four roses in a sack, and we ain't lookin' back tonight
Some top forty shorties singin' on the radio
And there's cotton fields forever on both sides of the road
It's still a flatland boogie, but where did the Wolfman go?
Old photographs turn yellow, times they come and go
We can still do the boogie from the High Plains to Mexico
Some old angel from Amarillo
Must be helping us to hold it on the road
Well moon lights falling look at that caliche glow
And a coyote's howling he doesn't know that he's too old
Headlights are shinin' on, all we ever need to know
Across the Llano Estacado baby's still by my side
Got no reason to stop and there ain't no place to hide
You wanna flatland boogie better flat out and come to ride
Old photographs turn yellow, times they come and go
We can still do the boogie from the High Plains to Mexico
Some old angel from Amarillo
Must be helping us to hold it on the road
Some old angel from Amarillo
Must be helping us to hold it on the road