At the Dairy Queen one in a far Texas town, the was all of sixteen, but she was pound for pound.
Slippin' in the jukebox, ZZ Top and Merle, sippin' lemon Dr. my sweet West Texas girl.
We'd step out into the sun and curse where we came from, then we'd ride to the Rio and try our hands at love.
The more I about it, the less I understand. a hold of something good, it'll slip right through hands. you catch me if I fall? Or will you sit and me crawl, through and the burning sand all the way to
Them rich boys the Westside drive brand new shiny cars, I can't blame them sons-of-bitches, they was raised to make hard on us sons of working-men, the one's that the wheels. She hitched a to the cheatin' side on a brokered deal.
I saw her cruisin' at the crossroads, she was as she waved. I down to the Rio Grande with a six-pack and my gauge.
The I think about it, the less I understand. Grab a of something good and it'll slip right through hands. Will you me if I fall? Or will you sit and watch me through fire and the sand all the way to
It's the same old scene at the Dairy in a far Texas town. a girl all of eighteen, but you could she'd been around.
She was huggin' on her she was giving me the eye, then she slid my table, said, "Honey, I can you smile."
Her pulled a knife on me, said, "Don't go with my girl." I said, "You tend to own business, son, I'm to Merle."
The less I about it, the more I understand. Grab a hold of good, it'll slip through your hands Who catch me if I fall? Who will sit and watch me through fire and the sand all the way to
Throw your heart a black sedan and it all the way to Monahans.
On to Midland... and Big Spring... Abilene... Weatherford... all the way to Worth.