At the Dairy one summer 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' lemon Dr. with my sweet Texas girl.
We'd out into the desert sun and curse where we came from, we'd ride to the Rio Grande and try our hands at love.
The more I think about it, the I understand. Grab a of something good, it'll slip right your hands. Will you catch me if I Or you sit and watch me crawl, through fire and the burning all the way to
Them rich from the Westside drive brand new shiny cars, I can't blame them sons-of-bitches, they was raised to make hard on us sons of working-men, the one's grease the wheels. She a ride to the cheatin' side on a brokered deal.
I saw her down at the crossroads, she was as she waved. I went to the Rio Grande with a six-pack and my gauge.
The more I about it, the less I understand. a hold of something good and slip right through your hands. you catch me if I fall? Or will you sit and watch me fire and the burning sand all the way to
It's the same old scene at the Dairy in a far Texas town. a girl all of eighteen, but you could tell she'd around.
She was huggin' on her while she was me the eye, then she past my table, said, "Honey, I can you smile."
Her pulled a knife on me, said, "Don't go with my girl." I said, "You to your own business, son, I'm to Merle."
The less I about it, the more I understand. a hold of something good, it'll slip right through hands Who will me if I fall? Who will sit and watch me fire and the burning sand 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.