Got my notice I passed the bar while I was in the Army and it took me a long time to get home. First thing I did after I got off the plane was to have my friend Dr. Norman Maples, Esquire, take me to Ft Worth where I got sworn in to practice law by Judge Joe Spurlock in the Ninety Sixth District Court. The old Tarrant County criminal courts building still sits on a cliff about 150 feet above the south bank of the Trinity River where the jail occupied the top four floors. When you get in the elevators to go visit clients in the winter time, you could hear the wind moaning through those elevator shafts out of the north west which inspired this song.

Momma said never lose your head
Over wine or painted women
They’re the devil’s tools for making fools of men
But sweet red lips and 36 hips led me down to Ft Worth
You think I’d learn from a 3rd degree burn not to fall in love again

Wish I could be, home in Tennessee
Laid out in the pasture countin’ stars
But that mocker wine’s got me doing time down in Ft Worth
And it’s killing me to hear the wind moan free
Through those Tarrant County bars

Lost it all over alcohol and ladies of the evening
The picture just gets clearer, every day
If stealin’ cars and shuttin’ down bars, begins to be a habit
Sooner or later there’s a price to pay

Wish I could be, home in Tennessee
Laid out in the pasture countin’ stars
But mocker wine’s got me doing time down in Ft Worth
And it’s killing me to hear the wind moan free
Through those Tarrant County bars

I can hear that wind blowin’ now
out of the north west across the Trinity River whooo
Got ninety more days to think on mendin’ my ways
Concernin’ crimes and misdemeanors
Then it’s back into the free world again

So, if you’re lookin’ for me come to Tennessee
A hundred miles straight east of Memphis
Be drinkin’ tea on ice,At the Church of Christ
With momma and all of her friends

Drinking tea on ice at the Church of Christ
With momma and all of her friends
Maybe I’ll get a little Church of Christ girl
I don’t know they’re not very forgiving
Maybe a Methodist, they’re better dancers