Me and my buddy got us a hair And we wanted to go somewhere So we up in my ragtop Chevrolet We had a little bit of money and a 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 with a 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 gonna you in the county jail"
We said, "Thank you sir, you been nice And you ain't gonna have to us twice" And we were Southbound and down with the wind blowing in our We kept on rolling and soon The radio was out a haggard tune And we were pulling into Houston and checking out all the
I was dry and I said, "I think We to stop and get ourselves a drink" Old Jim said, "Yeah we got time to kill" We kept on rolling and I seen spot We into the parking lot Of this place called, 'The Cloud Bar and Grill'
We walked the door and the place was jammed The lights were low, they had a punk band And some orange feller singing about suicide I said, "Jim, this our kind of place He said, "Well, let's have one round anyway" So against my better judgment we walked on
up to the bar and we sat down This feller walked up and said, "I'll buy round" And he sat down on the 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 place just about like him
I said, "Jim, this our kind of bar Let's go on out and get back in the car 'Cause there's gonna be trouble, ain't no in taking a chance" We was up, getting ready to leave When grabbed old Jim by the sleeve And this good looking girl, she was asking my buddy to
I said, "Jim, do it, there's something missing fellers dancing and fellers kissing There's a feller in heeled shoes wearing panty hose" He said, "Partner, I can't turn this down You just go over there and have one more I'll dance the lady and we'll get on down the road"
So he walked away and me alone But this funny looking feller coming on And he was making me mad with some of the he said he put his hand on my knee I said, "If you get your paw off me I'm gonna locate your nose the other side of your head"
He said, "I love it when you get fire in your eye I said, "Well, partner try on for size" And I unloaded on him and he out like a light Everybody in that place have been his friend all headed for me, I said, "This is the end" But where I from, we don't give up without a fight
They were screaming and yelling and scratching and I was punching and hitting and and pawing I was holding my own, 'cause been in a scrap or two Old Jim running up out of the blue And that gal he was with, running up too And proceeded to beat on me with a high shoe
I her by the hair it came off in my hand And beautiful girl was just a beautiful man And old Jim just got sick right there on the He dropped that like a shot from a gun Smeared his lipstick, made his run And me and old Jim started our way to the door
Man, we lit out of there in Chevrolet I put in on the and it stayed that way We was going' down the highway doing about a and ten We headed for home and we was getting nearer Then a red light came on the view mirror And that same blame cop was pulling us over
Now I'm sitting' in this county jail I had to my Daddy to go our bail But I learned me a that I never will forget again I've done up drinking', I've give up bars And running around the country in souped up I'm going where the women are women and the men are men