I can feel him, I can feel him
Just beyond the circle of lights
I can feel him tonight
Something’s moving in the shadows in the still of the night

And when his silver belt buckle catches the light
I can see him
In the flash of the headlights
He’s waiting for me on the desert tonight

We’ll get in his car
We’ll drive across that great divide
‘Cause he drives like an angel—same way I ride

I can see him in the flash of the headlights
Waiting for me on the desert tonight
I can feel him, I can feel him
Just beyond the circle of lights
I can feel him tonight


[Chippy Narration—Jo Harvey Allen]

God, he’s the only man I ever really loved
I figure he’s dead or else he’d a’looked me up
You know it’s funny sometimes I can just feel his ghost watching over me
Sounds crazy doesn’t it?
Have you ever been up to the panhandle?
The sky’s bigger than God
It’s like being dead center of a giant saw blade

I hitchhiked all over that country
The sun’s been stuck more places than I care to remember
And my only regret is I only screwed six thousand men
Every single one of them was a chicken shit
By God I lived my life and that panhandle was my stomping grounds
It had the bread and I had the butter