Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Choctaw Bingo, artist - Ray Wylie Hubbard. Album song Delirium Tremolos, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 24.01.2005
Record label: Concord, Rounder
Song language: English
Choctaw Bingo |
Strap them kids in, give 'em a little bit of vodka |
In a Cherry Coke, we’re goin' 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, 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 ol' party like you never saw |
Uncle Slayton’s got his Texan pride |
Back in the thickets with his Asian bride |
He’s got an 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 mama’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 that’s built up |
On that great big ol' bridge across the Will Rogers Turnpike |
Took the Big Cabin exit, stopped and bought a carton o' 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 2-A champions now for two years runnin' |
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 B-A-R 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 the Rolling Stones lips up there in bright pink neon |
And they’re right downtown 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 them 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 sister twisters 'til the cows come home |
And we’ll be havin' us a time |
Uh-huh |
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 |
And they’ll 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 |