| Song | Memories of East Texas |
| Artist | Michelle Shocked |
| Album | Short Sharp Shocked |
| 作词 : Shocked | |
| Lyrics：Michelle Shocked Music：Michelle Shocked | |
| Memories of East Texas | |
| And piney green rolling hills | |
| Covered in the springtime | |
| With golden daffodils | |
| Rowing on Sandy Lake come April | |
| Harvesting hay in June | |
| Sitting by the road watching well-fires burn | |
| By an old October moon | |
| I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads | |
| And I mean to tell you my friend | |
| They weren't no easy roads | |
| You had to watch out for all the curves | |
| Down by Kelsey Creek | |
| And detour through the Lindsay's pasture | |
| When the water ran too deep | |
| Memories of East Texas | |
| And Gilmer, county seat of Upshur | |
| Looking back and asking myself | |
| 'What the hell'd you let them break your spirit for?' | |
| You know, their lives ran in circles so small | |
| Ah, they thought they'd seen it all | |
| And they could not make a place for a girl who'd seen the ocean | |
| I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads | |
| And I mean to tell you my friend | |
| They weren't no easy roads | |
| You had to watch out for all the curves | |
| Down by Kelsey Creek | |
| And detour through the Lindsay's pasture | |
| When the water ran too deep | |
| Ah, but those memories of East Texas | |
| Those piney green rolling hills | |
| Covered in the springtime | |
| With those wild daffodils | |
| Sitting in those Piney Woods | |
| Playing my guitar | |
| Thinking back on the roads I'd come | |
| Thinking I had not come that far... | |
| I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads | |
| And I mean to tell you my friend | |
| They weren't no easy roads | |
| You had to watch out for all the curves | |
| Down by Kelsey Creek | |
| And detour through the Lindsay's pasture | |
| When the water ran too deep |
| zuò cí : Shocked | |
| Lyrics: Michelle Shocked Music: Michelle Shocked | |
| Memories of East Texas | |
| And piney green rolling hills | |
| Covered in the springtime | |
| With golden daffodils | |
| Rowing on Sandy Lake come April | |
| Harvesting hay in June | |
| Sitting by the road watching wellfires burn | |
| By an old October moon | |
| I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads | |
| And I mean to tell you my friend | |
| They weren' t no easy roads | |
| You had to watch out for all the curves | |
| Down by Kelsey Creek | |
| And detour through the Lindsay' s pasture | |
| When the water ran too deep | |
| Memories of East Texas | |
| And Gilmer, county seat of Upshur | |
| Looking back and asking myself | |
| ' What the hell' d you let them break your spirit for?' | |
| You know, their lives ran in circles so small | |
| Ah, they thought they' d seen it all | |
| And they could not make a place for a girl who' d seen the ocean | |
| I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads | |
| And I mean to tell you my friend | |
| They weren' t no easy roads | |
| You had to watch out for all the curves | |
| Down by Kelsey Creek | |
| And detour through the Lindsay' s pasture | |
| When the water ran too deep | |
| Ah, but those memories of East Texas | |
| Those piney green rolling hills | |
| Covered in the springtime | |
| With those wild daffodils | |
| Sitting in those Piney Woods | |
| Playing my guitar | |
| Thinking back on the roads I' d come | |
| Thinking I had not come that far... | |
| I learned to drive on those East Texas red clay backroads | |
| And I mean to tell you my friend | |
| They weren' t no easy roads | |
| You had to watch out for all the curves | |
| Down by Kelsey Creek | |
| And detour through the Lindsay' s pasture | |
| When the water ran too deep |