Wichita Falls

©Keith Ikard

Rosie’s wrapped up in her double wide 

Yearning pull from a Salem light 

They used to redline at 99 

Now she waits half wishin he was by her side 

They would jump in his Ford and go 

Past dirt roads Hank on the radio

she’d say 

Let’s fly right out of this life

They drove to Hardship a darker colder night 

There’s a certain kind of cold in Wichita Falls 

He’s gone and he don’t call 

Gone are their plans it seems Gone is her Western Dream 

Gone Gone Gone

There’s a certain kinda cold in

Wichita Falls

He rough necked the rigs at 18 

She ran the register at the H.E.B. 

Two jobs two kids two lovers on their way 

Where did it go  

Sometimes it’s hard to say 

There’s a certain kind of cold in Wichita Falls 

He’s gone and he don’t call

Gone are their plans it seems 

Gone is her Western Dream 

Gone Gone Gone

A certain kinda cold in

Wichita Falls

Smooth to haggard like the first freeze 

Frozen promises a teen age back seat 

Frozen vision of fourth of July 

White picket fence on Main Street 

There’s a certain kind of cold in Wichita Falls 

He’s gone and he don’t call

Gone are their plans it seems 

Gone is her Western Dream 

Gone Gone Gone

There’s a certain kinda cold in

Wichita Falls

Gettin late her last Coors Light 

So tired of sittin alone at night 

Rolls on the couch curls up to sleep

Hope when she’s out she’ll see 

Some Western Dream