I think you think that I got lucky
I see it written on your face
You say you'd like to fill my shoes
How easily you'd take my place
But if you spare me just a moment
Before you go to beg and chase
I think I'll ask you just one question
How would you like to pay my due

I'm from San Benito, Texas
Down a dirty dusty road
There was sugarcane and cotton
How I used to watch it grow

Then we moved up to Dallas
I remember I was young
I learned about the dollar
Looked down the barrel of a gun

If you ask me where I'm going
I can't