Here I Come - Intellectual

[Guitar Intro]

When I was a young boy my father asked what I wanna be

I said I wanna be a flatlander, Jimmie Dale, Butch, or Ely

I wanna play guitar and sing, and make the people stomp the floor

I wanna write the best of the best

And be a high plains troubadour

He bought a beat up Takamine for me on my 14th birthday

With a couple of Terry Allen tapes I played to everyday

I started writing songs that sucked on the surface and cliches

I must have wrote two hundred bad ones before a good one came my way

Now I'm damn near almost thirty with this trailer to load

My name is misspelled on the marquee 500 miles down the road

My skin is so much thicker now that I've been in this shit

It's too soon for accolades and it's too late to quit

So here I am

And here I come

I've never been much of anything but tying words to a string

Picking with two fingers, using my ears to sing

Looking up at pictures of John T's and Gruene Hall

And paying my respects to the great ones on the wall

I think back on afternoons when this was all just a dream

Still got big ambitions and a head full of steam

As I look out past the curtain and out on to the floor

I'm one day closer to a high plains troubadour

Yeah I'm damn near almost thirty with this trailer to load

My name is mispelled on the marquee 500 miles down the road

My skin is so much thicker now that I've been in this shit

It's too soon for accolades and it's too late to quit

So here I am

And here I come

So here I am

And here I come