Lyric Snake Boots

Well, I was working this joint in Dallas
To make the payment on my car
Just a weekend stand with a local band
They had me playin rhythm guitar.

Well, I was singin some old cheatin song
When this blue-eyed blonde came by
She said, I m a table over in the corner
Why don t you drop around and say hi
So, I did.

Well, she was dressed like a million dollars
But she was way up outta my class
She whispered into my ear, honey I hear
A honky tonk man moves fast.

All of the sudden my body went numb
I had enough sense to see
That everything I ever wanted in life
Was coming to easy for me.

So I said, "Wait just a minute,
Wait, just a cotton-pickin minute."

You better not get caught in the desert
Without your snake boots on
You don t lay down on the railroad tracks
Til after the train is gone.

You don t swim out in deep water
With your pockets full of stone
You don t get caught in the desert, son,
Without your snake boots on.

Well, she was quicker that a boys good judgement
So, we were headed for the parkin lot
When a guy in the band said, "Wait a minute, man
Lord, are you crazy or what?"

"Well, ole big bad Tex is her lover
And, he s terribly skilled with a knife
He s real particular bout who rides his horse
And, nobody fools with his wife."

So, I said, "Wait just a minute,
Wait just a dang minute."

You better not get caught in the desert
Without your snake boots on
You don t lay down on the railroad tracks
Til after the train is gone.

You don t swim out in deep water
With your pockets full of stone
You don t get caught in the desert, nah,
Without your snake boots on.

You don t get caught in the desert, son,
Without your snake boots on.

Hey, watch out for that snake...