| G | |
| Oil field town in a blood red sky |
| C | G | |
| way out | here that sun takes a long time to | die |
| G | Em | |
| just seven | teen when the highway | called |
| G | D | G | |
| my mama said " | boy don't send me no | tears back to Wichita | Falls" |
| G | |
| Yeah, broken white | line led me away |
| C | G | |
| down a | long lonesome inter | state |
| G | Em | |
| my boots move | fast but my mind move | slow |
| G | D | G | |
| wherever easy | money went | I was gonna go |
| C | G | |
| Now my poor mama cries f | or the trouble I'm in |
| G | D | |
| but the | law don't believe me it was self de | fense |
| Em | C | G | C | |
| her heart | breaks down a | gainst these prison | walls |
| G | D | Em | C | |
| there's a few more | tears tonight | over Wichita | Falls |
| G | D | G | |
| there's a few more | tears tonight | over Wichita | Falls |
| G | |
| I was raised | up that that where God lost his shoes |
| C | G | |
| turned that west Texas | dust into big city | blues |
| G | Em | |
| that city kid | pushed me just a little too | far |
| G | D | G | |
| reckon I pushed | back | just a little too | hard |
| Chorus: |
| C | G | |
| Now my poor mama | cries for the trouble I'm | in |
| D | |
| but the law don't believe me it was self de | fense |
| Em | C | G | C | |
| her heart | breaks down a | gainst these prison | walls |
| G | D | G | |
| there's a few more | tears tonight | over Wichita | Falls |
| C | G | |
| Yeah, my poor mama | cries for the trouble I'm | in |
| D | |
| but the law don't believe me mama hell it was self def | ense |
| Em | C | G | C | |
| my life | sure don't | mean much inside these | prison walls |
| G | D | Em | C | |
| 'cept a few more | tears tonight | over Wichita F | alls |
| G | D | G | |
| There's a few more | tears tonight | over Wichita F | alls |