well
i was working this joint in dallas
to make the payment on my car
just a weekend stand with a local band
they had me playin’ rhythm guitar. well
i was singin’ some old cheatin’ song
when this blue-eyed blonde came by
she said
i’m a table over in the corner
why don’t you drop around and say hi
so
i did. well
she was dressed like a million dollars
but she was way up outta my class
she whispered into my ear
honey i hear
a honky tonk man moves fast. all of the sudden my body went numb
i had enough sense to see
that everything i ever wanted in life
was coming to easy for me. so i said
wait just a minute wait just a cotton-pickin’ minute.” you better not get caught in the desert without your snake boots on you don’t lay down on the railroad tracks ’til after the train is gone. you don’t swim out in deep water with your pockets full of stone you don’t get caught in the desert son without your snake boots on. well she was quicker that a boys good judgment so we were headed for the parkin’ lot when a guy in the band said “wait a minute man lord are you crazy or what?” “well ole big bad tex is her lover and he’s terribly skilled with a knife he’s real particular ’bout who rides his horse and nobody fools with his wife.” so i said “wait just a minute wait just a dang minute.” you better not get caught in the desert without your snake boots on you don’t lay down on the railroad tracks ’til after the train is gone. you don’t swim out in deep water with your pockets full of stone you don’t get caught in the desert nah without your snake boots on. you don’t get caught in the desert son without your snake boots on. hey watch out for that snake”
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