Testo di Brenham, Tx

Frustrated and farmer-tanned We drove through a not so promised land With an eighteen hour plan To get the hell away from houston And push the tables against the wall With our hopes as high as brenham's small Pulling strings Our hearts are dangling by a thread Around the neck of this college town But i can't say there's something better Then when an idea comes together For the sake of saving the sanity of a band Cause we can't catch a break Or sit up straight But we're doing the best we can Team works taken over Over your shoulder And the shortest shorts ever seen on a man