The Singer in My Band

She said, "You got a city boy and you should understand
That you can′t belong to Texas when you're from Chicagoland"
She′s tryna shoot the moon and star, she's pretty bad at cards
With her suitcase full of crystal and her pistol in her hand
She's sayin′, "Lord, I′ll look for your good light
If I don't find it by the mornin′, then I'll fight it in the night
Please give my eyes like these to Genevieve
If I can make it to Chicago, I ain′t ever gonna leave"
She said her Evie's waitin′ there, she said it's all been planned (ooh)
But she's stuck in fate since April dreamin′ of Chicagoland
Tryna swing that shootin′ moon around and put me to the ground (ooh)
Yeah, I asked if she would linger, be the singer in my band, and she said
"Wish I could love, I'd love to help
But hell, I don′t belong to Texas, you're gonna have to sing yourself
Please give my eyes like these to Genevieve
If I can make it to Chicago, I ain′t ever gonna leave"