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' Dr. Peppers with my West Texas girl.
We'd step out into the sun and curse where we came from, we'd ride to the Rio Grande and try our hands at love.
The more I about it, the less I understand. Grab a of something good, slip right through your hands. Will you catch me if I Or will you sit and me crawl, through fire and the sand all the way to
Them boys from the Westside drive their new shiny cars, I can't blame them sons-of-bitches, was raised to make life 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 down at the crossroads, she was as she waved. I down to the Rio Grande with a and my twelve gauge.
The more I think about it, the I understand. Grab a hold of good and slip right through your hands. Will you catch me if I Or will you sit and watch me through fire and the sand all the way to
It's the old scene at the Dairy Queen in a far Texas town. a girl all of eighteen, but you could tell been around.
She was on her boyfriend she was giving me the eye, then she past my table, said, "Honey, I can you smile."
Her pulled a knife on me, said, "Don't go messin' my girl." I said, "You to your own business, son, I'm to Merle."
The less I about it, the more I understand. Grab a of something good, slip right through your hands Who catch me if I fall? Who will sit and me crawl through fire and the burning all the way to
Throw your heart into a black and it all the way to Monahans.
On to Midland... and Big Spring... Abilene... Weatherford... all the way to Worth.