Counting the Crossties

Sometimes things never work out right
No matter how you wanna fuss and fight.
We can't go on with this livin' in sin
But I'm goin our the same way I came in

Count the tie, tie that binds
Walk the range, ridin blind
If you need me, honey I'll be gone
Count the cross ties on the way to San Antone

My mama says
You better treat that woman well
Put your faith in the lord
Or you'll be spendin time in hell
You better love her until
Your father calls you home
Or you'll be countin' the ties on the way to San Antone

The Bible says
Which you have to read
A tree will grow
If you plant the seed
A woman will love
Everything you do
If you mean what you say and say what you do