At the Dairy Queen one in a far West town, the was all of sixteen, but she was woman for pound.
Slippin' in the jukebox, ZZ Top and Merle, sippin' Dr. Peppers with my sweet Texas girl.
We'd step out into the sun and curse where we came from, then we'd ride to the Rio Grande and try our at love.
The more I about it, the less I understand. Grab a hold of good, it'll right through your hands. you catch me if I fall? Or you sit and watch me crawl, through and the burning sand all the way to
Them boys from the Westside drive their brand new cars, I can't blame them sons-of-bitches, was raised to make life hard on us of honest working-men, the one's grease the wheels. She hitched a ride to the cheatin' on a sweetheart deal.
I saw her cruisin' at the crossroads, she was as she waved. I went down to the Rio with a and my twelve gauge.
The more I think it, the less I understand. a hold of something good and it'll slip right through hands. Will you catch me if I Or will you sit and me crawl through and the burning sand all the way to
the same old scene at the Dairy Queen in a far West town. There's a all of eighteen, but you could tell she'd around.
She was on her boyfriend while she was me the eye, then she past my table, said, "Honey, I can you smile."
Her boyfriend 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 think about it, the I understand. Grab a hold of good, it'll slip right through your Who will me if I fall? Who will sit and watch me through fire and the burning all the way to
Throw your into a black sedan and it all the way to Monahans.
On to Midland... and Big Spring... Abilene... Weatherford... all the way to Worth.