40 HP Johnson on a flat bottom metal boatCoke

get me wrongI like a bobber on the waterHookin'

can still see your blue sky blue eyes hangin'

in the day it was a six gun and

saw the light, I've been baptizedBy the fire in your

Lyrics from been burnin' both endsKeepin' the lights onSo

Well I got a call from Riley ‘round six o’clockSaid he

telephone callA pay phone in DallasStumble in drunkFist full

on a houseboat, tryin' not to sinkWonderin' if he

shine their trucks at the super wash stationSpin them

like these are worth more than goldBut they can't

1: Post caviar, south of Florida, cigarStag-grip single-action fallin'

send the check for the lease every JanuaryTo 1100

just one kind of coffee at the CaféA couple

might find us early sunrisin'Tractor drivin', growin' your greensStayin'

handed me the keys and knew I'd take some

1: Post found God lookin' for the devilChasin' a

hand-me-down F150 might not be the tank you emptyBurnin'

1: Jon scared to meet you 'cause then I

was a pit mix, she was just skin and