At the Queen one summer in a far West town, the was all of sixteen, but she was pound for pound.
Slippin' in the jukebox, ZZ Top and Merle, sippin' Dr. Peppers with my sweet 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 think about it, the I understand. Grab a hold of good, slip right through your hands. Will you catch me if I Or you sit and watch me crawl, through fire and the sand all the way to
Them boys from the Westside drive their new shiny cars, I can't blame them sons-of-bitches, they was raised to make life on us sons of working-men, the that 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 down to the Rio Grande with a and my twelve gauge.
The more I think it, the less I understand. a hold of something good and it'll slip right through hands. Will you catch me if I 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. There's a all of eighteen, but you tell she'd been around.
She was huggin' on her 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 messin' my girl." I said, "You tend to own business, son, I'm to Merle."
The less I think about it, the I understand. a hold of something good, it'll right through your hands Who will me if I fall? Who will sit and me crawl through and the burning 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.