Choctaw Bingo Lyrics - Singles - Hubbard Ray Wylie

Strap them kids in 

Give 'em a little bit of vodka in a cherry coke 

We're going to Oklahoma to the family reunion for the first time in years 

It's up at uncle Slayton's cause he's getting on in years 

You know he no longer travels but he's still pretty spry 

He's not much on talking and he's just too mean to die 

And they'll be comin' down from Kansas 

and from west Arkansas 

It'll be one great big old party like you never saw 

Uncle Slayton's got his Texan pride 

Back in the thickets with his Asian bride 

He's got a Airstream trailer and a Holstein cow 

He still makes whiskey 'cause he still knows how 

He plats that Choctaw bingo every Friday night 

You know he had to leave Texas but he won't say why 

He owns a quarter section up by Lake Eufala 

Caught a great big ol' blue cat on a driftin' jug line 

Sells his hardwood timber to the shipping mill 

Cooks that crystal meth because the shine don't sell 

He cooks that crystal meth because the shine don't sell 

You know he likes his money he don't mind the smell 

My cousin Roscoe Slayton's oldest boy from his second marriage up in Illinois 

He was raised in East St. Louis by his momma's people 

Where they do things different 

Thought he'd just come on down 

He was going to Dallas Texas in a semi truck called from that big McDonald's 

You know the one they built up on that great big ol' bridge 

Across the Will Rogers Turnpike 

Took the Big Cabin exit stopped and bought a couple of cartons of cigarettes 

At that Indian Smoke Shop with the big neon smoke rings 

In the Cherokee Nation hit Muskogee late that night 

Somebody ran a stoplight at the Shawnee Bypass 

Roscoe tried to miss 'em but he didn't quite 

Bob and Mae come up from little town 

Way down by lake Texoma where he coaches football 

They were two A champions now for two years running 

But he says they won't be this year no they won't be this year 

And he stopped off in Tushka at that "Pop's Knife and Gun" place 

Bought a SKS rifle and a couple a full cases of that steel core ammo 

With the berdan primers from some East bloc nation that no longer needs 'em 

And a Desert Eagle that's one great big ol' pistol 

I mean .50 caliber made by badass Hebrews 

And some surplus tracers for that old BAR of Slayton's 

Soon as it gets dark we're gonna have us a time 

We're gonna have us a time 

Ruth Ann and Lynn come down from Baxter Springs 

That's one hell raisin' town way up in Southeastern Kansas 

Got a biker bar next to the lingerie store 

That's got them Rolling Stones lips up there where everyone can see 'em 

And they burn all night you know they burn all night you know they burn all night 

Ruth Ann and Lynn they wear them cut off britches and those skinny little halters 

And they're second cousins to me 

Man I don't care I want to get between 'em 

With a great big ol' hard on like a old bois d' arc fence post 

You could hang a pipe rail gait from 

Do some twisted sisters 'til the cows come home 

And we'd be havin' us a time 

Uncle Slayton's got his Texan pride 

Back in the thickets with his Asian bride 

He's cut that corner pasture into acre lots` 

He sells 'em owner financed 

Strictly to them that's got no kind of credit 'Cause he knows they're slackers 

When they miss that payment 

Then he takes it back 

He plays that Choctaw Bingo every Friday night 

Drinks that Johnny Walker at that Club 69 

We're gonna strap them kids in give 'em a little bit o' Benadryl 

And a cherry coke we're goin' to Oklahoma Gonna have us a time