At the Dairy Queen one in a far Texas town, the was all of sixteen, but she was woman for pound.
Slippin' in the jukebox, ZZ Top and Merle, sippin' lemon Dr. with my West Texas girl.
We'd step out the desert 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. Grab a hold of good, it'll slip right through hands. you catch me if I fall? Or will you sit and me crawl, through fire and the sand all the way to
Them rich boys from the drive their brand new cars, I can't blame them sons-of-bitches, they was to make life hard on us of honest working-men, the one's grease the wheels. She a ride to the cheatin' side on a brokered deal.
I saw her cruisin' at the crossroads, she was as she waved. I went down to the Rio a six-pack and my twelve 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 me crawl through fire and the burning all the way to
the same old scene at the Dairy Queen in a far West town. a girl all of eighteen, but you could tell she'd around.
She was on her boyfriend she was giving me the eye, then she past my table, said, "Honey, I can you smile."
Her boyfriend pulled a on me, said, "Don't go with my girl." I said, "You to your own business, son, I'm to Merle."
The less I think it, the more I understand. Grab a hold of good, it'll slip through your hands Who will me if I fall? Who will sit and watch me through fire and the burning 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.