Lifted by the wind 3500 hundred feet.
Going bout 165, above the crowded streets.
Headed to Magnolia, suspended in flight.
The lights of Texarkana to my left and to my right.
Sun disappeared into a blazing red horizon.
Dusk of the west leave a grown man crying.
Buckle your seat belts, pull 'em on real tight.
The lights of Texarkana to my left and to my right.
In the dark was Arkansas several miles away.
Getting excited, Dodger's bout to play.
Then we started our decent from the sky.
The lights of Texarkana to my left and to my right.
Coming in from the south, the runway lit up.
Landed soft and smooth, without any fuss.
Saddle up, y'all!! Was the Mulerider's night.
Now the lights of Texarkana to my left and to my right.
CCGC/CCGG/FFCC/CFGC
