Oh you purrrrty Nashville gal in the honky-tonk saloon,
I whirled you round the dancefloor in my arms.
It might have been the whiskey or that big ol' southern moon
Or your sparkling eyes and sweet ol' country charms.
The one thing I remember as you sidled nice an' close,
And whispered full of promise in my ear:
"I'm not lookin' for to wed y'all, but I'd really like to bed y'all.
Just say the word an' we'll both mosey out of here."
Well I can't recall a nightcap or a moonlight serenade.
There was a tangle in the honeysuckle vine,
And a frolic down the hallway to your chamber waiting there
And I do recall a folkdance most supine.
And the next thing I remember it was right before the dawn
As an angry voice was screamin' down the line
"If y'all wanna know what's good fer y'all, ya lousy Aussie hound,
Y'll catch the next goddamn Greyhound outta town!"
Well, they say that there's no fury like a woman scorned, fo' sho'.
But let me tell you, there's another one, for mine:
That's a redneck with a gunrack and cheatin' bitch on heat.
So I hightailed off towards the county line.
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So now I got those doggone, long-gone, lonesome country blues,
Ain't no use for frettin' or for cryin'
An' I've traded in the Queen of Hearts for a pack of Marlboro Reds
And the dust along ol' Highway 49.
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