This little lady down in Texas tight tank top and a tan Rockin' True Religion britches drinking beer in a can She was too hot to two-step I was too dumb to just leave her alone But I made up my mind and I felt the fever coming on Kinda getting hot
My knuckles turned white and my neck turned red My one good eye rolled straight back in my head It makes a Texas tornado seem like a cool breeze I can feel it coming over me, mad cowboy disease
I was online away from scoring a win But I was two shots shy of three sheets to the wind I must've drank a hundred dollars sitting there just trying to work up the nerve Well one more Jager for my jitters and I was stagger-reaching over to her I really couldn't walk that good
Well exuse me there honay kinda's trippin' all over myself Oh lordy, oh boy, here we go again
Talking like Mel T-T-Tillis I said w-what's your n-name She said you ain't no player boy and I ain't no g-game But you are kinda cute so when you're feeling better give me a call And with her black eye-liner she wrote her number on my trembling palm
My knees started shaking I was breaking out a sweat Trying to memorize her number 'cause my hand was getting wet I was showing the symptoms looking for a remedy I can feel it coming over me, mad cowboy disease Aw, I got that mad cowboy disease
Little hoof in the mouth Makes ya' tongue hang out all the way to the floor Down on hands & knees beggin' like a hungry dog What do ya mean get off my knees I kinda' like it down here anybody got a leash Startin' to get a little rabid if ya know what I meanTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
