He came from Monahans

That's in West Texas lands

Where the wind blows mournfully

With a guitar a' strummin'

And a banjo that was frailin'

He came around with a story or two to tell

He hit the red brick streets

Down in a storied town

Just the kind of place you'd want to hang around

Sure as the sun does set

And everything finds it's rest

He had the songs to sing

Of life and of everything

That comes and goes along with it

And with his stories to tell

He hit those red brick streets

Down in a storied East Texas town

So if you're passing through

Just let the stories catch you

And maybe tap your feet

On them red brick streets

As the boy from West Texas plays his tune

Yes the boy from West Texas will pick his tune