He pulled off the highway in the truck
Parked and let and it settle
And pulled a couple bucks
And he sat in the diner at the bar
Order up, Maria
I’m headin’ pretty far
He’s familiar, he’s a friend
He’s a fighter ‘till the end
And when water rises up again
He’s a Charlie, he’s a Ray
Walkin’ tall and walkin’ brave
Maybe he’s from Houston anyway
He told all the corners of a joke
Said, “Hello, Loretta.”
And “Tell me, how’s your folks?”
And he was full of coffee and a song
“Buddy, fix the jukebox.”
So I can move along
He’s familiar, he’s a friend
He’s a fighter ‘till the end
And when water rises up again
He’s a Charlie, he’s a Ray
Walkin’ tall and walkin’ brave
Maybe he’s from Houston anyway
He’s familiar, he’s a friend
Born a fighter, ‘till the end
And when waters rise, he tries again
He’s a Rooster, he’s a Ray
Walkin’ proud in his own way
Maybe he’s from Houston
Maybe he’s from Houston
Maybe he’s from Houston anyway
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Sawyer Phillips
Singer-songwriter recovering from an injury. *Now pursuing a career in creative writing* Black coffee and late night flights. ☕️✈️✨
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