
Date of issue: 26.01.2017
Song language: English
Uneasy Rider '88 |
Me and my buddy got us a wild hair |
And figured we wanted to go somewhere |
So we loaded up in my ragtop Chevrolet |
We had a little bit of money |
And a whole lot of show |
And with Hank Jr. blaring on the radio |
We got us a tank full of gas |
And we was on our way |
We figured we’d go down to New Orleans |
We were barrelling down old 17 |
When a man with a blinking red light |
Was on our tail |
He said you were doing 60 in a 45 |
But I’m gonna let you go this time |
But if I catch you again |
I’m going to slap you in the county jail |
We said thank you sir you sure been nice |
And you ain’t gonna have to tell us twice |
And we were Southbound and down with the wind |
Blowing in our faces |
We kept on rolling and pretty soon |
The radio was cooking out a Haggard tune |
And we were pulling into Houston |
Checking out all them places |
I was feeling dry and I said I think |
We ought to stop and get ourselves a drink |
And old Jim said yeah 'cause we got time to kill |
We kept on rolling and I seen this spot |
And we pulled into the parking lot |
Of this place called the Cloud Nine Bar and Grill |
We walked through the door |
And the place was jammed |
The lights were low they had a punk rock band |
And some orange haired feller singing about suicide |
I said Jim this ain’t our kind of place |
He said well let’s just have one round anyway |
So against my better judgement we walked on inside |
Went up to the bar and we sat down |
This feller walked up and said I’ll buy this round |
And he sat down on the barstool next to Jim |
He looked like a girl but he talked like a guy |
He had lipstick on and mascara in his eyes |
And everybody in that place looked just about like him |
I said Jim this ain’t our kind of bar |
Let’s just go on out and get back in the car |
'Cause there’s gonna be trouble |
Ain’t no sense in taking a chance |
We was getting up getting ready to leave |
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve |
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance |
I said Jim don’t do it there’s something missing |
There’s fellers dancing and fellers kissing |
There’s a feller in high heeled shoes wearing panty hose |
He said partner I just can’t turn this down |
You just go over there and have one more round |
And I’ll dance with the lady |
And we’ll get on down the road |
So he walked away and left me alone |
But this funny looking feller kept coming on |
And he was making me mad with some of the things he said |
Then he put his hand on my knee |
I said if you don’t get your paw off me |
I’m gonna locate your nose around |
The other side of your head |
He said I love it when you get that fire in your eye |
I said well partner try this on for size |
And I unloaded on him and he went out like a light |
Everybody in that place must have been his friend |
They all headed for me I said this is the end |
But where I come from we don’t give up |
Without a fight |
They were screaming and yelling and scratching and clawing |
I was punching and hitting and kicking and pawing |
I was holding my own 'cause I’ve been in a scrap or two |
Old Jim come running up out of the blue |
And that gal he was with come running up too |
And proceeded to beat on me with a high heel shoe |
I grabbed her by the hair it came off in my hand |
And that beautiful girl was just a beautiful man |
And old Jim just got sick right there on the floor |
He dropped that dude like a shot from a gun |
Smeared his lipstick made his makeup run |
And me and old Jim started fighting our way to the door |
We lit out of there in that Chevrolet |
I put in on the floor and it stayed that way |
We were going down the highway |
Doing about a hundred and ten |
We were headed for home and we was getting nearer |
Then a red light came on the rear view mirror |
And that same blame cop was pulling us over again |
Now I’m sitting here in this county jail |
I had to call my daddy to go our bail |
But I learned me a lesson |
That I never will forget again |
I’ve done give up drinking I’ve give up bars |
And running around the country in souped up cars |
I’m going back where the women are women |
And the men are men |
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