2.fag song
me and my buddy got us some wild hair and figured we wanted to
go somewhere so we loaded up in my ragtop chevrolet. we had a
little bit of money and a whole lot to show and with hank junior
blarin' on the radio we got a tank full of gas and we was on our
way. we figured we go down to new orleans and we were barrelin
down ol' seventeen when a man with a blinkin red light was on
our tail. he said you were doin sixty in a fourty-five but im
gonna let you go this time but if i catch you again im gonna
slap you in the county jail. we said thank you sir u've sure
been nice you aint gonna have to tell us twice and we were
southbound and down with the wind blowin in our face. we kept on
rollin and pretty soon the radio was cookin out a haggard tune
and we were pullin into houstin and checkin out all them places.
i was feelin dry and i said i think we better stop and get
ourselves a drink ol' jim said ya cuz we got time to kill. we
kept on rollin and i see this spot and we pulled into the parkin
lot with this place called the cloud nine bar and grill. we
walked through the door and the place was jammed the lights were
low they had a punk rock band and some orange head feller singin
bout suicide. i said jim this aint our kind of place he said
well lets just have one round anyways so against my better
judgement we walked on inside. went up to the bar and we sat
down and this feller walked up and said ill buy this round and
he sat down on the barstool next to jim. he looked like a girl
but he talked like a guy he had lipstick on and mascara in his
eye and everybody in that place looked just about like him. i
said jim this aint our kind of bar lets go on out and get back
in the car cause theres gonna be trouble and there aint no sense
in takin the chance. we was gettin up and gettin ready to leave
and somebody grabbed ol' jim bye the sleeve with this good
lookin girl she was askin my buddy to dance. i said jim dont do
it theres somethin' missin theres fellers dancin and fellers
kissin theres a feller in a high heeled shoe wearin pantiehose.
he said partner i just cant turn this down u just go on over
there and have one more round i'll dance with the lady and we'll
get on down the rode. so he walked away and left me alone and
this funny lookin feller kept comin on and he was makin me mad
with some of the things he said. and then he put his hand on my
knee and i said if u dont get your paw off me im gonna locate
your nose around on the side of your head. he said i love it
when u get that fire in your eye i said partner try this on for
size and i unloaded on him and he went out like a light.
everybody in that place must of been his friend they all headed
for me i said this is the end but where i come from we dont give
up with out a fight. they we screamin and yellin and scratchin
and clawin i was punchin and hittin and kickin and pawin i was
holdin my own cause ive been in a scrap or two. ol' jim come
runnin up out the blue and that gal he was with come runnin up
too and persiked to beat on me with a high heeled shoe i grab
her by the hair and it come off in my hand and that beautiful
girl was just a beautiful man and ol jim just got sick right
there on the floor. he dropped that dude like a shot from a gun
smeard his lipstick made his make up run and me and ol jim
started fightin our way to the door. man we lead of there in
that old chevrolet put her on the floor and it stayed that way
we was goin down the highway doin about a hundred and ten. we
was headin for home and we was gettin near and then a red light
come on in the rear view mirror and that same blame cop pullin
us over again. well im sittin here in this county jail and i had
to call my daddy to go our bail and i learned me a lesson i
never will forget again. i done give up drinkin ive give up bars
and runnin around the country in souped up cars
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