A mythical moment driving to Waxahachie, TX - clothes on the side of the road

Lyrics

Hubert - capo 4, DADGAD

Hubert shed his outer skin on the road to Waxahachie
Discarded Dockers out the driver's side window
Left for some hobo's use
Though the hobo would never know the story
Of the day Hubert chucked it all
Finding a new way through his life
Void of many of his eccentricities
He'd carried them for so many years in one small gesture
He bid them all goodbye, goodbye

Another mile down the road
Found Hubert's button down Wall Street shirt
Made of pinpoint cotton in a nice cut
A few feet further was the solid blue tie
He used to wear to work selling commodities
To the other suits

Walking away from the pressure life
Made up of money and little else
With substance as his only goal,
He wanted help from no one
And he was thinking of nobody else (nobody else)

I imagine him now in dusty boots,
Torn jeans and a felt hat
Riding the range chasing dogies down
A million miles from the road to nowhere
Now in the middle of nowhere
Straight up in the saddle with a big smile
'Cause this was a life Hubert chose himself
And not one prescribed by anyone else
There's something to be said for making your mind,
You never know what you might find
Till you find your peace of mind (go find)