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...