Me and my got us a wild hair And figured we wanted to go So we loaded up in my Chevrolet We had a bit of money and a whole lot of show And with Junior blaring on the radio We got a tank of gas and we was on our way
We figured we'd go to New Orleans We were down old 17 When a man a blinking red light was on our tail He said, "You were 60 in a 45 But I'm gonna let you go this But if I catch you again, I'm slap you in the county jail"
We said, "Thank you sir, you sure been And you ain't gonna have to us twice" And we were and down with the wind blowing in our faces We kept on rolling and soon The radio was out a haggard tune And we were pulling into and checking out all the places
I was feeling dry and I said, "I We ought to and get ourselves a drink" Old Jim said, "Yeah we got time to kill" We kept on rolling and I seen this We pulled the parking lot Of this place called, 'The Cloud Bar and Grill'
We walked through the door and the was jammed The lights were low, they had a punk rock And some orange haired feller singing suicide I said, "Jim, this ain't our kind of He said, "Well, let's just one round anyway" So against my better we walked on inside
up to the bar and we sat down This walked up and said, "I'll buy this round" And he sat on the barstool next to Jim He looked like a girl but he talked a guy He had on and mascara in his eyes And everybody in that place looked just like him
I said, "Jim, ain't our kind of bar just go on out and get back in the car 'Cause there's gonna be trouble, no sense in taking a chance" We was getting up, ready to leave When somebody grabbed old Jim by the And this good looking girl, she was my buddy to dance
I said, "Jim, do it, there's something missing There's dancing and fellers kissing There's a feller in high heeled shoes wearing hose" He said, "Partner, I just turn this down You just go there and have one more round I'll with the lady and we'll get on down the road"
So he walked away and left me But this funny feller kept coming on And he was making me mad with some of the things he he put his hand on my knee I said, "If you get your paw off me I'm gonna locate nose around the other side of your head"
He said, "I love it you get that fire in your eye I said, "Well, partner try on for size" And I unloaded on him and he went out like a Everybody in that place must been his friend all headed for me, I said, "This is the end" But where I come from, we give up without a fight
They were and yelling and scratching and clawing I was punching and and kicking and pawing I was holding my own, 'cause been in a scrap or two Old Jim running up out of the blue And gal he was with, come running up too And proceeded to beat on me with a heel shoe
I grabbed her by the it came off in my hand And that beautiful girl was a beautiful man And old Jim just got sick there on the floor He dropped that like a shot from a gun Smeared his lipstick, made his run And me and old Jim fighting our way to the door
Man, we lit out of in that Chevrolet I put in on the floor and it that way We was going' down the doing about a hundred and ten We were for home and we was getting nearer Then a red light on the rear view mirror And that same blame cop was us over again
Now I'm sitting' here in this jail I had to call my Daddy to go our But I learned me a lesson I never will forget again done give up drinking', I've give up bars And around the country in souped up cars I'm going where the women are women and the men are men