Y' understand I was not lookin' whereby to fall in love. I'd come downtown to check out a band at The. Continental Club. A Mamie Van Doren-lookin' woman come in the door.
I had a dream last night I was cast into Hell by a jealous God. The Devil walked up and said, "You don't need no lightning rod. It hardly ever rains down here, I can't recall the last storm.
After all these years of our running wild. I believe I'll take off my colors for a while. And just kick back and sing some blues. Instead of living them like I do.
Down in Corpus Christi always around midnight. You'll find the devil limpin' along cause his shoes is too tight. His hair's up in pigtails, his whiskers are in braids.
Got up on a Sunday morning, after playing with my punk rock band. Feeling just a bit nauseous, must of drank way over my head. Nobody to answer to. No rules to compromise.
He was born in Oklahoma. And his wife's name is Betty Lou Thelma Liz. He's not responsible for what he's doing. His mother made him what he is. . And it's up against the wall, redneck mother.
Well a woman I love is named Ramona. She kinda looks like Tempest Storm. And she can dance like little Egypt. She works down at the snake farm. . Chorus:.
I got on my cowboy boots, jeans. And Hawaiian shirt, mirrored sunglasses. And a mobile phone. I guess I look like some Port Aransas. Dope dealer that's out on bail.