The Three Faces West used to sing this song apparently written by Michael Murphey. Lyle Lovette sang the song, but I did not find his version on YouTube. Since I've been runnin' up and down West Texas, I thought it was appropriate for today's post. Last week I left for RR on Tuesday driving up Hwy 287 to Amarillo where I met up with Bear and Anny. I got home from RR on Thursday night. Toby and I turned around and left for Lubbock on Saturday morning driving down through Seymour to Guthrie and on out through Dickens and Crosbyton. Jesse went with us. We stopped in Dickens for some hole-in-the-wall barbeque. There were some bikers, farmers, hunters, and locals all having lunch when we got there. As we ordered, Jesse said, "I'll be over here sitting with the bikers talkin' bikes." Yeah right. Later, I went to the only restroom in the place, and walked in on one of the bikers. Come on buddy! Just lock the door next time! Jesse laughed till she was crying. We got home last night having driven back through Matador, Paducah, and up through Thalia to Electra. A whole lot of Texas I've seen. There were lots of bluebonnets blooming and things were greenin' up. I bet Austin and the Hill Country are beautiful right now. If I were not so ready to stay home, I would head south across the belly of Texas.
Toby's mom celebrated her 80th birthday while we were in Lubbock, but she has been having some health issues. Although she was doing much better by the time we left, I suspect we may be drivin' that West Texas highway more often in the future.