At the Dairy one summer in a far West town, the was all of sixteen, but she was pound for pound.
dollars in the jukebox, ZZ Top and Merle, sippin' Dr. Peppers with my West Texas girl.
We'd step out into the desert sun and curse we came from, then we'd to the Rio Grande and try our hands at love.
The more I about it, the less I understand. Grab a of something good, slip right through your hands. Will you me if I fall? Or will you sit and me crawl, fire 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, they was raised to 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 down at the crossroads, she was as she waved. I went to the Rio Grande with a and my twelve gauge.
The more I about it, the less I understand. Grab a hold of good and it'll right through your hands. Will you me if I fall? Or you sit and watch me crawl through fire and the sand all the way to
It's the same old scene at the Dairy in a far West town. There's a all of eighteen, but you tell she'd been around.
She was huggin' on her while she was me the eye, she slid 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 tend to own business, son, I'm to Merle."
The I think about it, the more I understand. a hold of something good, it'll right through your hands Who will catch me if I Who sit and watch me crawl through fire and the sand all the way to
Throw your heart into a sedan and it all the way to Monahans.
On to Midland... and Big Spring... Abilene... Weatherford... all the way to Worth.