Karaoke Cowboy

Weeknights at the Ramada there's not too much to see

Except Tuesday night's karaoke night, you get the Wild Turkey free

And a Stetson hat and some snake skin boots, a bollo tie and jeans

There's the karaoke cowboy, his name is Bob, at the bar in Grand Saline

In the bottom of his tip jar is a quarter and dime

For all the scratched up Haggard songs where the drunks got outta line

But the nights he's on he can sing George Jones in a Wild Turkey dream

That's the karaoke cowboy at the bar in Grand Saline

Steel Solo

He said he hit it big in Branson doing Elvis everyday

Till a trailer park tornado took all of that away

He's got a whiskey throat and a broken heart from his dried up Nashville scene

Now he karaokes every Tuesday night at the bar in Grand Saline

Luanna was a rose queen her high school pictures on the wall

We wonder how she's a bar maid now with her name on the bathroom stall

But we've seen her smile at the cowboys style cause he treats her like a queen

She falls in love every Tuesday night at the bar in Grand Saline

There's a blue tick howling at the first full moon In the backside of the bar

Wild Turkey on the house every Tuesday night Makes everybody a star

so we sing all night till we feel alright or till the bar maids get obscene

Then we say goodnight to Cowboy Bob at the bar in Grand Saline