Certain to Be A Country Classic, Maybe
the night I heard Buddy Holly sing
I was driving a cattle hauler out of Big Springs
headed to Amarillo
it was 3 in the morning somewhere between Lubbock and Planview
I pulled in at a Flying J for coffee
when I got back on the road the cattle were restless
so was I
thinking abut my ex
trying to stay somewhere between the middle of the memories
and the middle of the road
you might no understand
and I’m not a drinking man
but somewhere on that long lonesome road
Buddy Holly’s voice
came though the radio
the radio wasn’t on
he said, Lane this is for you
he started laying on me
I never even flinched
out came Peggy Sue, That’ll Be the Day,
That’s’ What They Tell me-That’s’ What They Say
that one bout killed me
Oh Boy, True Love Ways, Not Fade Away
we drove though the Texas night
me and the cattle and Buddy
a slight rain started to fall just out side of Amarillo
my mind was full of her memories
Buddy finished up with Raining in My Heart
the cattle were quiet
a tear slid down my check
and the music stopped
true story
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