More songs by Sierra Ferrell
Description
Sometimes everything falls apart quietly - you just stop waiting for the call. Cats wash themselves, the guitar is out of tune, and wishes are sinking somewhere at the bottom of the well along with small change and hopes. The world seems the same – New York is buzzing, the coffee is bitter, but there's this resilient feeling in the air: "you're not mine anymore." And they say snow in Texas is rare, but sometimes the cold comes not according to the climate, but according to schedule. Dry, calm, almost beautiful.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Austin, a two steppin' storm.
Waitin' for a call back from Californ'.
Called up a friend to watch my kitty.
-Same old story in New York City.
-Where they don't get me and they never will. With my flat top guitar and my rolled up bills.
-Easy to find, but hard to miss.
-You ain't never seen a woman like this.
I threw my wishes down the wishin' well.
Now all my wishes are sleepin' with the fishes.
How dare you come and wish me well?
There's a special place for you in hell.
Oh, I'll see you when it snows in Texas.
Yeah, I'll see you when it snows in Texas.
Not all guitars stay in tune.
Not all cowboys can sing the blues.
Not all fathers can follow through.
I'm facing facts and I'm facing you.
I threw my wishes down the wishin' well.
Now all my wishes are sleepin' with the fishes.
How dare you come and wish me well?
There's a special place for you in hell.
Oh, I'll see you when it snows in Texas.
Yeah, I'll see you when it snows in Texas.
-Yeah, I'll see you, I'll see you. -I'll see you.
When it snows in Texas.