They came out of the cantinas
and honky-tonks to see them,
that little ol’ band from Texas.
An old boy with bourbon breath
said man, that drummer, shuffle
as tight as a cheerleader’s tush,
backbeat like nails in my coffin.
and honky-tonks to see them,
that little ol’ band from Texas.
An old boy with bourbon breath
said man, that drummer, shuffle
as tight as a cheerleader’s tush,
backbeat like nails in my coffin.

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