Texas Grace

I've got an idea and that tattoo feeling,
that same one from when I got, "here comes the sun".
Tattooed on the top of my right shoulder,
a reminder for storms when I get older.

Now I'm not one to be told what to do,
give me a choice and I will opt for number two.
Make no mistake I am not an easy find,
I've got no lover but plenty in a line.

It's this Texas grace,
how I'm born and raised.
Sweet as honey from bees,
cool like a November breeze.
but can't rope me in,
I tend to run wild.
Whiskey shots like men
take em with a smile.
It's this Texas grace,
how I'm born and raised.

A child of the summer sun, there's no escape,
cause down here no runs away to the cape.
We grin and bear it and the heat we share it,
it's sun dresses, beer bottles, and free spirits.

Sunday morning can find my momma in church,
always praying hard for her little girl.
I think she knew from back when I was young
trouble follows a quick wit and a quick tongue.

It's this Texas grace,
how I'm born and raised.
Sweet as honey from bees,
cool like a November breeze.
but can't rope me in,
I tend to run wild.
whiskey shots like men
take em with a smile
It's this Texas grace,
how I'm born and raised.

Now I was never a soul for religion,
I could never stand the formality.
Everything I ever needed to know,
well it's all southern hospitality.

and

It's this Texas grace,
how I'm born and raised.
Sweet as honey from bees,
cool like a November breeze.
but can't rope me in,
I tend to run wild.
whiskey shots like men
take em with a smile
It's this Texas grace,
how I'm born and raised.