Texas 42

I walked the limestone road up to Charlie’s shop

For Frito Lays and a soda pop

And stare at a girl on a poster I remember

He drank Lone Star Beer from a pull top can

Piss and moan about Uncle Sam

He’d stack his cans and weld em all together

Leather and steel covered up his toes

Tobacco stain on the tip of his nose

A spark in his eye every time he had the hammer

He shake my hand then the dominos

Put his cigarette out and The Possum on

He and I would sing along to Bartender's Blues

And Lord I wonder whose gonna fill his shoes

Shooting the moon in Texas 42

Soon I’s kicking around with a tougher crowd

That drank too much and talked too loud

We'd pick guitars and tune on carburetors

There was Papa Chicken and Johnny Hughes

Shooting 8 ball with crooked cues

I’d stack my quarters on the corner of the table

I’d rack ‘em up they’d knock ‘em down

Sharking every drunk in town

And any man around that didn’t know better

But every morning at the break'a dawn

They’d put that pot of coffee on

Throwing bones and talking ‘bout the news

Good ol' boys doing all that they could do

Shooting the moon in Texas 42

Now I’ve made my bids and I’ve caught my tricks

I don’t talk about politics

I work the rigs and melt the steel together

I can tune up a GM SBC

Pick a little sing a little harmony

Call my shots with English on the cue

And all the things that they don’t teach in school

Like shooting the moon in Texas 42

Shooting the moon in Texas 42