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 West Texas girl.
We'd step out into the desert sun and curse where we from, then ride to the Rio Grande and try our hands at love.
The more I think about it, the I understand. a hold of something good, it'll slip right your hands. Will you 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 their brand new shiny cars, I can't blame them sons-of-bitches, they was raised to make life on us of honest working-men, the that grease the wheels. She hitched a to the cheatin' side on a sweetheart deal.
I saw her down at the crossroads, she was as she waved. I went to the Rio Grande a six-pack and my twelve gauge.
The I think about it, the less I understand. Grab a of something good and it'll slip right your hands. Will you 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. There's a all of eighteen, but you could tell been around.
She was on her boyfriend she was giving me the eye, then she past my table, said, "Honey, I can you smile."
Her boyfriend pulled a on me, said, "Don't go messin' my girl." I said, "You to your own business, son, I'm to Merle."
The I think about it, the more I understand. Grab a hold of good, it'll slip through your hands Who will me if I fall? Who sit and watch me crawl through fire and the 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.