Lyrics

I packed up my boots and my well-worn guitar,
Swapped brisket and sunshine for rain and bizarre.
The Lone Star’s a memory in my dusty rearview,
But Texas, your ghost clings ‘round like morning dew.

So long, Texas—my home on the range,
I’m off where the forests are tall and strange.
Where Subarus prowl like wild mustangs,
And rain jackets outnumber all the sweet Texan twangs.

Trading ranch land for redwoods, what a rodeo ride!
My boots tap new rhythms on this Portland sidewalk stride.
Still hear that Lone Star twang when the mist drifts by,
And my ten-gallon hat just fits artisan chai.

Now the llamas all judge with a seasoned stare,
As I practice y’all’s in the Willamette air.
Farewell to the flatlands and wide open sky,
I’ll take mountains and valleys and drizzle on rye.

From bull rides to trailheads, what a trade I’ve made,
Lost tumbleweeds for huckleberry jam in the shade.
Comfort llamas for company, silence for song,
It’s Subaru country, and somehow I belong.

Them Texas sunsets were pure gold to leave,
But now fog hugs the pines, gives my soul room to breathe.
Gone are dust storms and bluebonnets lost in the green,
Here every parking lot hosts a Subaru scene.

Those llamas whisper gossip on every mossy breeze,
While I swerve through the pines with my windows at ease.

My Subaru hums a lonesome tune for the road,
Wipers slap in rhythm; that Northwest code.

Now the wind in the ferns writes a brand-new refrain,
In Oregon’s arms, I’m singing again.