Well the roadmaps of west Texas never gave me good advice. 

The trains all roll where the roads don't go, now I lay awake at night, 

Just wondering where the rest is so I hit that iron gate, 

And I yelled good-bye to that wife of mine, I may be running late. 



I'm a-rolling on, I'm a-rolling on, 

Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home. 

I made my bed, so here I lie. 

I'm rolling west Texas teardrops in my eye. 



Though I felt a lonesome feeling in Dulce New Mexico, 

I was happier than I'd ever been in my El Paso home. 

But I thought about the woman whom I left to roam the land, 

And I cried so much it dug a rut they call the Rio Grande. 



I'm a-rolling on, I'm a-rolling on, 

Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home. 

I made my bed, so here I lie. 

I'm rolling west Texas teardrops in my eye. 



And my destination is written upon my feet, 

And the stars above are about the only company I keep. 

I raise my pass and take my seat. 

I'm rolling fast with a teardrop on my cheek. 



So I guess there'll be no family, so I guess there'll be no wife. 

Gonna roll away on an old steel dray, it's gonna be my life. 

And the roadmaps I been reading, I never came to figure out. 

All I know is I'd explode by any other route. 



I'm a-rolling on, I'm a-rolling on, 

Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home. 

I made my bed, so here I lie. 

I'm rolling west Texas teardrops in my eye.