OK, where do I sign?
Well, I'm not really a Texan. I'm a fake. But I never admitted to whom I really am anyway, so it doesn't count, does it?
Still, I'm here just the same. Not from
here, but been
here for 'round about exactly almost goin' on close to nearly less than 12,000 days, which translates to I've been here longer than I've been anywhere else except locked up in my own mind. Since I can't find the key, I may as well stay.
Where in Texas am I? You don't want to know. But I'll tell you anyway . . . nowhere near the place Ricky is trapped in. Which is easy because there's so much space in Tejas it really is bigger than some countries.
Okay, I'll get more specific. Im squished between New Mexico to the West, Louisiana to the East, Oklahoma to the North, Ricky Maveety to the South, the earth below and the stars above.
So just follow the road signs until you find me, at which time you're welcome to visit when I'm gone. But I always come back, so just pull up a rock and set a spell.
OK, where do I sign again? In Arizona?