Music: Peter Sleight
I smoke a pack of cigarettes
When I'm lonely
Cause I can't get over you
Spent my last
Month's paycheck
On a motel room
Drinking whiskey
From a burned-out boot
So I stole an El Camino
But that just didn't do
I should have lifted
Myself a Stetson
And pair of those Snakeskin
Boots (that's right)
Pour me a round son
Pour me a round
Pour me a round son
Pour another round
Play it Derek
From California
To the Amarillo skyline
Makes no difference
I'm still blue
I hear you're fixin'
Your way to Galveston
Come hell or high water, I'm fix to
The Ferris wheel
Isn't high enough
The roller coaster won't do
I'm feeling like
That old transmission
Stuck in gear number
Two (that's right)
Pour me a round son
Pour me a round
Pour me a round son
Pour another round
I'm gonna drive down
The road I ain't walking
I'm gonna drive
'til I can see you
I'm gonna drive down
The road I ain't walking
Come hell or high water I'm fix to
I'm in a Lone Star State of lonesome
Cause I keep thinking of you
I'm in a Lone Star State of Texas
Drinking whiskey alone without you
Pour me a round son
Pour me a round
Pour me a round son
Pour another round
Pour me a round son
Pour me a round
Pour me a round son
I'm closing this place down
Pour me a round son
Pour me a round
Pour another round son
Pour another round