Me and my buddy got us a wild hair
and figured we wanted to go somewhere,
So we loaded up in my ragtop Chevrolet.
We had a little bit of money and a whole lot of show it was Hank Jr. blaring on the radio we got a tank full of gas and we were on our way.
We figured we'd go down to New Orleans
and we were barreling down old 17
when a man with a blinking red light was on our tail.
He said “You were doing sixty in a forty-five, but I'm gonna let you go this time,
but if I catch you again I'm gonna slap you into county jail”.
We said “Thank you sure, you've sure been nice, but you ain't gonna have to tell us twice” and we were south bound and down with the wind blowing in our faces.
We kept on rolling and pretty soon,
the radio was cooking out a Haggard tune
and we were pulling into Houston and checking out all them places.
I was feeling dry and I said, “I think
we outta stop and get ourselves a drink.”
And ol' Jim said “Yeah, cuz we got time to kill.”
We kept on rollin and I seen this spot,
and we pulled into the parking lot
of this place called “The Cloud Nine Bar and Grill”
We walked through the door
and the place was jammed
the lights were low;
they had a punk rock band,
and some orange haired fellow singing about suicide.
I said, “Jim, this ain't our kinda place.”
He said “Well, let's just have one round anyways.”
So against my better judgment, we walked on inside.
Went up to the bar and we sat down,
and this fellow walked up and said “I'll buy this round”
and he sat down on the barstool nest to Jim.
He looked like a girl, but he talked like a guy, had lipstick on and mascara in his eye, and everybody in that place looked just about like him.
I said “Jim, this ain't our kind of bar,
lets just go on out and get back in the car,
cuz there's gonna be trouble, ain't no sense in taking a chance.”
We wa
