Well I was three days short of pullin out Kingsport
I was headed down to Houston town
Had my guitar packed in a burlap sack
For es cortin my country sound
I bypassed Jackson, bypassed Memphis
By the time I got to Arkansas
I'da sold my car and that 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 your 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 throwin' out quarters to a waitress names 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
Un less its been done be fore
Well I hit the stage like a big wheeled train
Told the boss man to play in 'C'
I played the Tennessee Waltz, Kentucky Rain
And the one about the bird that's free
That lead guitar was like a chainsaw that fiddle like a power drill
at Bill's
Honky tonk pickin, line dance kickin, razor back stickin, barbecue chicken
Laundromat bar and grill
Lead
Well in the few short minutes I was up on stage
Watched a Biker punch a cowboy's face
With a perfect view I was witness to
The des truction of the whole damn place
It was long necked stems and white fringed hems
Flyin out of that dodge saloon
And that me chanical bull was a distant pull
To the safest place in the room
Well that 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