My ode to songs played in the South...
Husslers shootin' eightball
Throwin' darts at the wall
Feelin' damn near 10 ft. tall
Here she comes, Lord help us all
Ol' T.W.'s girlfriend done slapped him outta his chair
Poor ole boy, it ain't his fault
It's so hard not to stare
At that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
That honky tonk badonkadonk
(Aww son)
Now Honey, you can't blame her
For what her mama gave her
You ain't gotta hate her
For workin' that money-maker
Band shuts down at two
But we're hangin' out till three
We hate to see her go
But love to watch her leave
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
(Ooh, that's what I'm talkin' bout right there, honey)
We don't care bout the drinkin'
Barely listen to the band
Our hands, they start a shakin'
When she gets the urge to dance
Drivin' everybody crazy
You think you fell in love
Boys, you better keep your distance
You can look but you can't touch
That honkey tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
That honky tonk badonkadonk
(That's it, right there boys, that's why we do what we do
It ain't for the money, it ain't for the glory, it ain't for the free whiskey
It's for the badonkadonk)
so there's that little beauty of a song, and then there's this. and i don't doubt that they do this too. because it's the south...
I remember the summer I turned 16.
And that old Jalapa daddy gave to me.
It had holes in the floor and just a 305.
But I didn?t care cause I could finally drive.
There wasn?t much to do in my hometown
So every weekend night we would all go down
Yeah there were freaks and hippies in my high school.
Football players all trying to be cool.
And everybody scramblin? to hide their beer when the cops drove by, till the coast was clear.
Kids falling in a out of love on the hoods of Chevys, in the beds of trucks.
We were stumbling our way through life till our senior year.
But man we sure did learn a lot in that Wal-mart parking lot.
She had long blonde hair and sea green eyes.
The most beautiful thing I?d ever seen in my life.
But I was young and dumb and didn?t have a line.
And all I could say was can I call you sometime.
She just said no and walked away.
And that was the first time I felt my heart break.
Yeah there were freaks and hippies in my high school.
Football players trying to be cool.
And everybody scramblin? to hide their beer when the cops drove by till the coast was clear.
Kids falling in and out of love on the hoods of chevys, in the beds of trucks.
We were stumbling our way through life till our senior year.
But man we sure did learn a lot in that wal mart parking lot.
Yeah we all did a lot of livin?. It was small town teenage heaven.
There were freaks and hippies in my high school
We were all just trying to be cool.
And everybody scramblin? to hide their beer when the cops drove by till the coast was clear.
Kids falling in and out of love on the hoods of chevys, in the beds of trucks.
We were stumbling our way through life till our senior year.
But man we sure did learn a lot in that Wal mart parking lot.
I had my first kiss, my first love, got my ass kicked but I got that gut. Lost my way, found it again had one long buzz and a dozen best friends.
In that wal mart parking lot.
I said I'd do it Stac and I did. My ode to country music being at it's best... My my how the times change in the music world. None of that good stuff from when I was a wee child... Those were the good times.