He writes about pleasure 
And he writes about pain
He's written my life in his songs
Like all my Ex's, and sweet Mother Texas
And tell me my lying eyes are wrong

He's a son of Whitney, Texas
The home he left behind
And don't you know it makes me wonder
Does Fort Worth ever cross his mind

He wrote Beer And Bones
And he loves George Jones
Got them old Startin' Over Blues
And boy, you can bet
There ain't no songwriter yet
That can fill ole Whitey Shafer's shoes

He's a son of Whitney, Texas
The home he left behind
And don't you know it makes me wonder
Does Fort Worth ever cross his mind

You know, he likes Dickey's hot chicken
And he loves good old Country pickin'
We both seem to like the same things
From the ghost of ole Lefty
To the legacy that he left me
It's for you, Sanger D, that we sing

He's a son of Whitney, Texas
The home he left behind
And don't you know it makes me wonder
Does Fort Worth ever cross his mind
And I wonder, do you ever think of me


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