"Some Go Down To Texas" genre: Folk Rock
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	A "lighter" ballad; one of my slower songs, focusing on lyrics, but with a killer chorus and some good instrumentation
	CD: 4 years Credits: Words and Music by John Doman
	Story Behind the Song This was a song I wrote one day when I learned that a friend of mine had moved away without telling me; all the way to Michigan, in fact. That got me thinking about how sad it was that friends and family are always splitting up, inevitably, as a part of life, and the song sort of flowed out of that meditation. Incidentally, this was one of the hardest songs to record on my album; we had to go through it twice because the first arrangement was fatally flawed. So y'all better enjoy it! Lyrics You never seemed quite real, you seemed to Come out of the night But such a golden light seemed to come from you I wrote out all my jokes and you reviewed and started to laugh And the sound sent such a quiver like it used to When will I see your face again? Last time we met you laughed and said “When the cows come in” I heard you moved to Michigan Another friend comes tumbling down like another bowling pin Well, some go down to Texas, some go walking with the Lord Some go charging down to foreign lands with upraised shield and sword Some will fly to Paris, France and walk the streets of Rome And I wonder now, how many will come home Well I first left my hometown when I was 17 years old I went to Jersey, where it’s cold, and the devils rule the land I’ve flown across the ocean and I’ve met a lot of souls I have seen them wander, from above, across the burning sands But I’ve never been to a place where I am free Sometimes I wonder if such a place is just the stuff of dreams So I’ll stop by a church on the way and I will kneel And I’ll pray I find a place where all the dreams are really real Well, there’s a God in heaven and he gathers all the kids Like a great old babysitter in the sky And I’m still walking down below and the journey hasn’t ended But I know things will be mended, even after I have died We will walk together, though we are alone And the flimsy bonds between us will last longer than the stone And beyond that hill there’s still a promised land Where the angels shout, kick the devils out, And we’ll feel his mighty hand

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