She said "you don't drive like you're from around here" from high in the cab of her old dually truck
She wasn't scared of a cold blue norther or some drugstore cowboy who got himself stuck
She said "hop on in it's ten below freezing" she opened the door with the warmest of smile
She knew the backroads from Dalhart to Dumas, she knew her way 'round the radio dial

There's no finer pleasure a man might behold
No kinda treasure, no diamonds or gold
No higher measure of life in this world
Than a ride down the road with a West Texas girl

"The only joint open's the High Cotton Tavern" she said as she pointed her pickup to town
I told her the only way to thank her proper was if she'd allow me to buy her a round
I said there's no reason to be out on the blacktop I don't want to wait out this storm on my own
She said "you're in luck, I'm a fan of the jukebox and I've got nobody waiting at home"

Streamers and cans on the back of the flatbed salt on the floor of the Old Legion Hall
We danced to the sound of twin fiddles singing, wedding bells ring in the panhandle waltz

There's no finer pleasure a man might behold
No kinda treasure, no diamonds or gold
No higher measure of life in this world
Than to waltz in the arms of a West Texas girl

Waltz in the arms of a West Texas girl