At the Queen one summer in a far Texas town, the was all of sixteen, but she was woman for pound.
dollars in the jukebox, ZZ Top and Merle, sippin' Dr. Peppers with my sweet West girl.
We'd step out into the desert sun and where we came from, then we'd ride to the Rio Grande and try our at love.
The more I think about it, the I understand. Grab a hold of good, it'll 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
Them boys from the Westside drive their new shiny cars, I blame them sons-of-bitches, they was raised to make life hard on us sons of working-men, the that grease the wheels. She hitched a to the cheatin' side on a sweetheart 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 more I think it, the less I understand. a hold of something good and it'll right through your hands. you catch me if I fall? Or will you sit and me crawl fire and the burning sand all the way to
It's the old scene at the Dairy Queen in a far West 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 boyfriend 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 hold of good, it'll slip right through your Who will me if I fall? Who sit and watch me crawl through and the burning sand all the way to
Throw 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.