Kress, Texas — a little dot on the Panhandle map,
Population ‘round six hundred, but the heart’s bigger than that.
Up on Highway 87, where the big sky never ends,
Cotton fields and grain elevators stand like faithful friends.
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Oh, Kress, sweet Kress, under that wide Texas blue,
Where the wind whispers stories of the folks who pulled on through.
From the old Wright post office to the rails in ‘06,
You named it for a settler, kept the small-town spirit live.
Kress, oh Kress, you’re the kind of place that stays,
In the soil, in the soul, through the hard and easy days.
Started back in 1890, just a stagecoach stop back then,
Preacher Wright and his general store, dreamin’ where the prairie bends.
Then the Pecos Northern rolled right through, moved the town two miles south,
George H. Kress got the honor, put his name in every mouth.
Chorus
Oh, Kress, sweet Kress, under that wide Texas blue,
Where the wind whispers stories of the folks who pulled on through.
Rodeos on weekends, grain cars rollin’ out,
Small-town values strong here, that’s what it’s all about.
Got a water tower watchin’ over Main like an old steel guard,
City park where the kids still play, five churches in the yard.
Kress ISD keepin’ the young ones learnin’ right,
From the football field to Friday nights, under those stadium lights.
Times got tough in the Depression, banks closed their doors,
But the people stuck together, like roots in Panhandle floors.
Now the beef plant hums south of town, elevators touch the sky,
Still shippin’ out the harvest, still wavin’ folks goodbye.
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It’s not flashy like the cities, no neon glowin’ bright,
Just honest dirt-road livin’ beneath those big Panhandle nights.
Where neighbors know your troubles, and they lend a helpin’ hand,
In Kress, Texas, you’re family, part of this hard-workin’ land.
Final Chorus
Oh, Kress, sweet Kress, may your story never fade,
Small but mighty, proud and true, in the home that God has made.
From the railway days to right now, through the dust and through the rain,
Here’s to Kress, forever, ridin’ high on the High Plains.
Yeah, here’s to Kress… forever ridin’ high.
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