Well, I was three days short of pullin' out Bridgeport I was headed down to Houston town Had my guitar packed in a burlap sack For escortin' my country sound I bypassed Jackson, bypassed Memphis By the time I got to Arkansas Id-a sold my car and this black guitar For anything cool and tall So I pulled up to a neon sign on highway forty-nine Shut the engine down, took a look around And then I stepped inside I asked that bouncer where I was He said, "Son, you're at Bills" Honky tonk pickin', line dance kickin' Razor back stickin', barbecue chicken Laundromat bar and grill Well, I saw old Bill sittin' at the bar With a waitress and change machine He was dolin' out quarters to a waitress named Starr When I asked him if I could sing He said, "Son, go ahead if you brought your guitar" Then he pointed to the back stage door He said, "We don't like original material Unless it's been done before" Well, I hit the stage like a big wheeled train Told the crowd, I played the seats I played the Tennessee Waltz, Kentucky Rain That lead guitar was like a chain saw That fiddle like a power drill at Bill's Honky tonk pickin', line dance kickin' Razor back stickin', barbecue chicken Laundromat bar and grill Well, in the few short minutes, I was up on stage Lookin' back at country cowboys face With a perfect view I was witness to The destruction of the whole damn place It was [unverified] Flyin' out of that dodge saloon And that mechanical bull was a Houston pull To the safest place in the room Well a punch-drunk cowboy showed his wife That his shirt was soaked in beer She said, "Calm down, honey, have another lite 'Cause we can wash the shirt right here" Then the whole place stopped to thank me For bookin' my show at Bill's Honky tonk pickin', line dance kickin' Razor back stickin', barbecue chicken Laundromat bar and grill At Bill's, honky tonk pickin', line dance kickin' Razor back stickin', barbecue chicken Laundromat bar and grill
