| Well, I was working this joint in Dallas
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| To make the payment on my car
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| Just a weekend stand with a local band
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| They had me playin' rhythm guitar.
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| Well, I was singin' some old cheatin' song
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| When this blue-eyed blonde came by
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| She said, I’m a table over in the corner
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| Why don’t you drop around and say hi
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| So, I did.
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| Well, she was dressed like a million dollars
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| But she was way up outta my class
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| She whispered into my ear, honey I hear
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| A honky tonk man moves fast.
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| All of the sudden my body went numb
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| I had enough sense to see
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| That everything I ever wanted in life
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| Was coming to easy for me.
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| So I said, «Wait just a minute,
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| Wait, just a cotton-pickin' minute.»
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| You better not get caught in the desert
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| Without your snake boots on
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| You don’t lay down on the railroad tracks
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| 'Til after the train is gone.
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| You don’t swim out in deep water
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| With your pockets full of stone
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| You don’t get caught in the desert, son,
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| Without your snake boots on.
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| Well, she was quicker that a boys good judgment
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| So, we were headed for the parkin' lot
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| When a guy in the band said, «Wait a minute, man
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| Lord, are you crazy or what?»
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| «Well, ole big bad Tex is her lover
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| And, he’s terribly skilled with a knife
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| He’s real particular 'bout who rides his horse
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| And, nobody fools with his wife.»
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| So, I said, «Wait just a minute,
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| Wait just a dang minute.»
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| You better not get caught in the desert
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| Without your snake boots on
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| You don’t lay down on the railroad tracks
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| 'Til after the train is gone.
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| You don’t swim out in deep water
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| With your pockets full of stone
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| You don’t get caught in the desert, nah,
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| Without your snake boots on.
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| You don’t get caught in the desert, son,
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| Without your snake boots on.
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| Hey, watch out for that snake |