(Walter Martin Cowart)

Cowboys and indians and trees he could climb

Tomorrow came too fast but he didn't mind

The distance was short so light it again

It don't take no time to get where I am

But one paper kid wasn't really so mean

Just a little bit scarred and a little bit green

And he'd heard of a place it was legal to dream

So he sat with his coffee in a blue Texas wind

And he wrote on a rock

The one paper kid is rollin' again



Driver was drunk or he just didn't see

The future is there it'll happen to me

And all the time that he wasted was his once again

Ah, it never takes long to get where you've been

Broken hearts scattered all over the past

Old bad memories trying to last

Whiskey and women and growing up fast

Fussing and loving and itching like grass

Hell that one paper kid wasn't really so mean

Just a little bit weird cause times were so lean

Now he's gone to a place where it's legal to dream

No camels no coffee no cold morning winds

It was wrote on a rock

The one paper kid is rollin' again