Thirty weight coffee and Lucky Strike Chains
Thirty weight coffee and Lucky Strike Chains
I turned West Memphis out of Champaigne
Boys on thirty weight coffee and Lucky Strike Chains
See, I freighted the fat hogs straight from the farms
I chased the cutters and the cull cows from a hundred sale barns
But when the feeders went West, round the time it turned fall
That's when the miles got crazy and the money got tall
So I'd take me a tooter and draw me a line
Take me a tooter and draw me a line
'Cause Hugoton's a hard run in an old W9
Boys I'd take me a tooter and draw me a line
Well there's a sweet solemn stillness that steals over you
When you're West of Dodge City doing 102
As all your mispoken words and all the birthdays you've missed
Fall like smoke butts to the black top as you break forth into bliss
So I awoke in the East, boys I laid down in the West
And in the dawn's early light I called the courtesan blessed
Tendered my youth to the userers till
For the lust of the chrome, the fire and the steel
Yes, I am a fool as you may have divined
Though less of a fool than a cheater you'll find
Cause it's 1200 miles to that Texhoma line
I was runnin' three log books, boys, on that tooter and line
Then I looked on my work and saw it was good
So I called myself God from the rock where I stood
Till the sabbaths I shunned showed up to be paid
Left me busted up, bleeding on the bed that I'd made
Does Rebbecah still work at the old 201?
Does Rebbecah still work at the old 201?
You know she asked me to stay but there were feeders to run
Does Rebbecah still work at the old 201?
Now my teeth they are broken and my friends are all dead
My teeth they are broken and my friends are all dead
'Cause it's beans for my meat, boys, corn meal for my bread
'Cause my teeth they are broken, my friends are all dead
So I take me a tooter and draw me line
Take me a tooter and draw me a line
I ran West Memphis and I run it on time
Now there ain't nothin' left but the tooter and line