At the Dairy Queen one in a far Texas town, the was all of sixteen, but she was pound for pound.
dollars in the jukebox, ZZ Top and Merle, sippin' lemon Dr. with my West Texas girl.
We'd step out into the desert sun and curse we came from, then ride to the Rio Grande and try our hands at love.
The more I think it, the less I understand. Grab a hold of good, it'll slip right your hands. Will you me if I fall? Or will you sit and me crawl, through fire and the sand all the way to
rich boys from the Westside drive brand 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 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 to the Rio Grande a six-pack and my twelve gauge.
The more I think about it, the I understand. Grab a hold of good and slip right through your hands. you catch me if I fall? Or will you sit and me crawl through fire and the burning all the way to
It's the same old at the Dairy Queen in a far West town. There's a all of eighteen, but you could she'd 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 boyfriend a knife on me, said, "Don't go with my girl." I said, "You to your own business, son, I'm to Merle."
The I think about it, the more I understand. Grab a of something good, slip right through your hands Who will catch me if I Who will sit and watch me through fire and the burning all the way to
your heart into a black sedan and it all the way to Monahans.
On to Midland... and Big Spring... Abilene... Weatherford... all the way to Worth.