We still listen to high school football   On the radio in West Texas   Lights to shine bright every Friday night   And you can drive ninety miles an hour   Down the highway straight to ' Cisco   The cops are at the ball game, they're getting tight      And the sky gets wider and wider   It disappear like the day   Into the great divide you fade away      And it's another world all together   Right in the middle of God's country   Smells like money, smells like shit   Yeah, it smells like hell      But when the cattle's all together   And the pump jacks all are moving   And the [cartons] are in blooming   It smells like nothing else      And the sky gets wider and wider   Just like a brand new day   Out in the great divide you fade away      It's the land of my people   My dream is come out here to find a bigger piece of sky   It's all the winners and all the losers   Real good people but just like you and I      Hey, but nothing's really changed much   As you drive on down at twenty   Mexicans still work out in the field      But everybody's dirty   Man they're all a bunch of gamblers   But some got rich   Yeah, but they're gamblers still      And the sky gets wider and wider   The day's gonna be your day   Out in the great divide you fade away      And it's the land of my people   My dream is come out here to find a bigger piece of sky   It's all the winners and all the losers   Real good people but just like you and I      We still listen to high school football   On the radio in West Texas   Lights to shine bright every Friday night