Lletres: Jack Ingram. This Is It. Great Divide.

They still listen to high school football
On the radio in West Texas
The lights still shine bright
Every Friday Night
And you can drive 90 miles an hour
Down the highway straight through Sisco
The cops are at the ball game, its gettin' tight


And the sky gets wider and wider
You disappear like the day
Into the Great Divide you fade away

Its another world all together
In the middle of God's country
Smells like money, smells like shit, yea it smells like hell
But when the cattle's all together
And the pump-jacks all are movin'
And the cotton's all in bloom
And it smells like nothin' else

And the sky gets wider and wider
Just like a brand new day
Out in the Great Divide you fade away

Its the land of my people
Dreamers come out here to find a bigger piece of sky
Its all the winners and all the losers
Real good people, just like you and I

Yea but nothin's really changed much
As you drive down I-20
Mexicans still work out in the field
And everybody's dirty
Man, their all just a bunch of gamblers
And some got rich, but their gamblers still

ANd the sky gets wider and wider
Today's gunna be your day
Out in the Great Divide you face away

Its the land of my people
Dreamers come out here to find a bigger piece of sky
Its all the winners and all the losers
Real good people, just like you and I

They still listen to high school football
On the radio in west Texas
Lights still shine bright every Friday night