I don’t know why, but that part of a song lyric, Ex’s in Texas always sounded good to me.
I’ve been to Texas, San Antonio, Amarillo, and Dallas.
I liked Dallas the best. Maybe because I wasn’t in the
Air Force there like in the other two cities.
I was in my thirties in Dallas, and I remember that the
drivers drove like cowboys there, and it took me a while
to get used to it, but I liked that fast pace driving when I did.
I really liked Dallas. It seemed to have everything one would want. I remember when I was there hearing on the news about high school suicides in Plano, Texas. I just googled it, and it was in 1983. Sad sometimes young people take their lives when they’ve just begun to live.
I never had any ex’s in Texas. Not even a girlfriend there, but forget about San Antonio and Amarillo, military bases with basically no women on them then, and San Antonio was a basic training stint. Amarillo wasn’t much different, and the townies hated us there anyway.
Once a young guy in a car with his girlfriend stopped next to me on a street in downtown Amarillo, and his girlfriend had her dress intentionally pulled high up exposing her alluring legs.
The guy asked me if I wanted to go for a ride hoping his girlfriend’s nice legs would lure me into his car thinking that maybe I’d get lucky, and he could drive me to where his buddies were waiting to beat the shit out of me.
But although his girlfriend’s legs were appealing, and she had a pretty face, I wasn’t dumb enough to take the bait, and what kind of POS guy would use his girlfriend like that and what kind of POS girlfriend would be a part of that. But I have to admit, she did have nice legs.
And townies in Amarillo were known for trying to beat up military guys, and didn’t like that their city was a military one.
I wasn’t in Dallas long enough to really establish any relationships with any women that might have been girlfriends or wives, and I didn’t go to bars, so I had zero luck of having any Ex’s in Texas, but I always liked the song.
Bob Boyd
