well my little brother's raising hell   living down in texas   he proabably ought to be in jail   from the stories that he tells us   of whiskey nights and rodeos   the strippers down in austin   he's had himself some real good times   if he could just recall them      now his money's running low and there's a job in his future   and it's looking like his rambling days are done   now's he's sizing up his choices and a job just ain't one   he'll know which way to run      as for you and winter, it may be cold   but that don't stop the rain   the holes up in your roof   make keeping dry a losing game   the stairwell's always wet   but your wondering if my   tears will dry up in your crying eyes      now that boy, he's coming home   but that just ain't that good for you   starting in then long ago   you know that much is true   so dry your eyes   and say goodbye   because he just ain't the one   decide which way to run   gonna to decide which way to run      as for me, the same old shit   is putting me on down   i never been quite able   to pick myself up off the ground   always got big plans   but they're always in the works   and i swear they'll pay off   if my love don't get out first      well here i am again   i don't know if i'm right   but i can tell you that i'm having fun   so i give him one more shot   because this race, it ain't quite done   i hit the ground and run   gonna to hit the ground and run   gonna decide which way to run   gonna to hit the ground and run      and my little brother's raising hell   living down in texas