She's from Texas, I can tell by the way she grip on my wood grain She's down to take a hundred shots with me and talk about my pain It doesn't take a crystal ball to see A cowgirl ends up riding off on me Drinkin' yak all by myself She's from Texas, I could tell, baby Big wooden wheel, where should I go? Johnny Manziel with hits that I throw College Station nights you used to know Now you're gettin' fried down in River Oaks, I already know Sugar Land, Pearland, Woodlands, you just need a good man, oh-oh Yeah Batman, Spider-Man, Superman, they can't save you like I want to No Salesman, businessman, postman, they can't write it like Thе Notebook You still can't name me onе man that I should get overlooked, for what? (Haha) It's a solar eclipse tomorrow and your period hit in the mornin' I hand you a joint when I rolled it, this the summer you say you quit smokin' And you ask me 'bout cashin' a check, and you ask me what's in my account And I don't even know what that is, 'cause I don't even check 'Cause I don't even check (Big wooden wheel, where should I go?) Fort Bend, Texas, Katy, Texas, bae, I can't make this up (Tell the truth, babe) Sippin' yak all by myself (Tell the truth, b