Memories of East Texas   And those piney green, rolling hills   Covered in the springtime   With golden daffodils      Rowing on Sandy lake come April   Harvesting hay in June   Sitting by the road watching well fires burn   By an old October moon      I learned to drive on those   East Texas red clay back roads   And I mean to tell you my friends   They weren't no easy roads      You had to watch out for all the curves   Down by Kelsey creek   And detour through the Lindsay's pasture   When the water ran too deep      Memories of East Texas   And Gilmer, county seat of Upshur   Looking back and asking myself   What the hell'd you let them break your spirit for?      Their lives ran in circles so small   They thought they'd seen it all   And they couldn't make a place for   A girl who'd seen the ocean      But those memories of East Texas   Those piney green rolling hills   Covered in the springtime   With wild daffodils      Sitting in those piney woods   Playing my guitar   Thinking back on the roads I'd come   Thinking I had not come that far