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