and you find yourself another road to nowhere
Well if this doesn't bring a tear to your eyes, you're clearly not from around here.
Note to self: if children are to be born outside of Texas, have husband bring West Texas dirt to hospital. (You think I'm joking. My sister actually got recruited to stop by the side of the road to get a jar of Texas dirt for a woman who expects to die in Tennessee. She wants Texas dirt in her grave.) Clearly, dirt has something to do with making a quarterback a Texan.
As for the heir apparent, we're okay with him not technically being a native, but what remains to be seen is whether he can he throw a pass. Six days and time will tell.