Iowa

Des Moines Iowa after the show

Folks are gone doors are closed

Gears packed and it’s time to go

Saddling up and don’t you know

Nature calls

Not thinking about one thing or the other

I planted a palm unzipped and hovered

On the f250 of my honky tonk brother

The passenger door I used for cover

But he was mad as hell

As I leaned up against his pride and joy

A stream of insults he did deploy

I said you know how it goes ole boy

But he puffed up his chest and said don’t be coy

You were pissin on my truck!

The fight itself wasn’t much to see

I was drunker than hell and he was drunker than me

He’s gonna be all he could be

And I’d have talked him down if he’d just agree

We could put our swords away

He wouldn’t have it so he struck

Now we’re doing the dance with my shirt untucked

He slipped in a puddle by the side of the truck

Wipin his face as he got up and he said

When you’re in a sorry state

Or Iowa or strung out on the road

Forgettin who your friends are

The damndest little things can come to blows

If you keep it bottled up you might blow your top before we get back home

So let it out and shake it off tomorrow nights another show

And when you gotta go you gotta go