Choctaw Bingo Lyrics - Live In Europe - James Mcmurtry

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 plays 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 chipping 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 that money, he don't mind the smell 

My cousin Roscoe, Slayton's oldest boy 

From his second marriage up in Illinois 

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

Where they do things different thought he'd just come down 

He was going to Dallas, Texas in a semi truck 

Called from that big McDonald's, you know the one that's built up 

On that great big ol' bridge across the Will Rogers Turnpike 

Took the Big Cabin exit, stopped and bought a 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 some 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 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 bad ass Hebrews 

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

Soon's 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 

And 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 

in bright pink neon 

And they ride down town 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 gate from do some 

Sisters twisted '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 

He drinks his 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, gonna have us a time