Well, I met an armadillo out in Amarillo, and he asked me for a light I said, "A-where ya goin'?" He said, "I don't really know," and I said, "Brother, I've been there twice" Then he hopped up in the shotgun, then he started rollin' one, I said, "We gonna get along fine" The armadillo with a doobie and a coldie in a koozie had me drivin' to the county line And I know it sounds crazy, but please believe me, baby, I swear that's where I was last night
Well, I woulda pulled over, kicked him to the shoulder, but I seen he had a pistol on his hip He said, "No turnin' back, we got coppers on our ass, and I'm gonna get away with this shit" Well, I didn't even think to ask the armadillo just what it was that he'd done All I could do was drive and pray that I survived 'cause Arma-damma-dillo had a gun
Don't try and call my bluff Honey, you can't make this shit up
Met an armadillo out in Amarillo, and he asked me for a light I said, "A-where ya goin'?" He said, "I don't really know," and I said, "Brother, I've been there twice" And then he hopped up in the shotgun, then he started rollin' one, I said, "We gonna get along fine"
The armadillo with a doobie and a coldie in a koozie had me drivin' to the county line And I know it sounds crazy, but please believe me, baby, I swear that's where I was last night An armadillo with a doobie and a coldie in a koozie had me drivin' to the county line And I know it sounds crazy, but please believe me, baby, I swear that's where I was last nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
