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' Dr. Peppers with my sweet Texas girl.
We'd step out into the desert sun and where we came from, then we'd to the Rio Grande and try our hands at love.
The more I think it, the less I understand. a hold of something good, it'll slip right through hands. Will you catch me if I Or you sit and watch me crawl, through and the burning sand all the way to
Them boys from the Westside drive brand new shiny cars, I can't blame them sons-of-bitches, they was raised to life hard on us sons of working-men, the that 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 down to the Rio Grande a six-pack and my twelve gauge.
The more I think about it, the I understand. a hold of something good and it'll right through your hands. Will you catch me if I Or will you sit and me crawl through fire and the sand all the way to
It's the old scene at the Dairy Queen in a far Texas town. There's a all of eighteen, but you could tell she'd around.
She was on her boyfriend she was giving me the eye, then she slid 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. Grab a hold of good, slip right through your hands Who will catch me if I Who will sit and 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.