Me and my got us a wild hair And figured we to go somewhere So we loaded up in my Chevrolet We had a little bit of and a whole lot of show And with Hank Junior on the radio We got a tank of gas and we was on our way
We we'd go down to New Orleans We were barrelling' old 17 When a man with a blinking red light was on our He said, "You were 60 in a 45 But I'm let you go this time But if I catch you again, I'm gonna you in the county jail"
We said, "Thank you sir, you sure been And you gonna have to tell us twice" And we Southbound and down with the wind blowing in our faces We kept on rolling and pretty 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 to stop and get ourselves a drink" Old Jim said, "Yeah we got time to kill" We kept on rolling and I seen this We pulled into the lot Of this place called, 'The Nine Bar and Grill'
We through the door and the place was jammed The lights were low, had a punk rock band And some orange feller singing about suicide I said, "Jim, this our kind of place He said, "Well, let's just one round anyway" So against my judgment we walked on inside
Went up to the bar and we sat This feller up and said, "I'll buy this round" And he sat on the barstool next to Jim He like a girl but he talked like a guy He had lipstick on and mascara in his And everybody in that looked just about like him
I said, "Jim, this ain't our of bar Let's go on out and get back in the car 'Cause there's be trouble, ain't no sense in taking a chance" We was up, getting ready to leave somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve And this good looking girl, she was my buddy to dance
I said, "Jim, do it, there's something missing There's fellers and fellers kissing There's a in high heeled shoes wearing panty hose" He said, "Partner, I just can't turn this You just go over there and have one more I'll dance with the lady and get on down the road"
So he away and left me alone But this funny feller kept coming on And he was making me mad some of the things he said Then he put his hand on my I said, "If you don't get paw off me I'm gonna your nose around the other side of your head"
He said, "I love it you get that fire in your eye I said, "Well, try this on for size" And I unloaded on him and he went out a light Everybody in that place must been his friend They all for me, I said, "This is the end" But where I come from, we don't give up a fight
They were screaming and and scratching and clawing I was and hitting and kicking and pawing I was holding my own, I've been in a scrap or two Old Jim come up out of the blue And gal he was with, come running up too And proceeded to on me with a high heel shoe
I grabbed her by the it came off in my hand And that beautiful girl was just a man And old Jim got sick right there on the floor He dropped that dude like a from a gun his lipstick, made his makeup 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 stayed way We was going' the highway doing about a hundred and ten We were headed for home and we was nearer Then a red light came on the view mirror And that same blame cop was pulling us again
Now I'm sitting' here in this county I had to call my to go our bail But I learned me a lesson that I never will forget I've done give up drinking', give up bars And running around the country in up cars I'm back where the women are women and the men are men