Snake Boots — текст песни (Conway Twitty)

Well, I was working this joint in Dallas
To make the payment on my car
Just a weekend stand with a local band
They had me playin` rhythm guitar.

Well, I was singin` some old cheatin` song
When this blue-eyed blonde came by
She said, I`m a table over in the corner
Why don`t you drop around and say hi
So, I did.

Well, she was dressed like a million dollars
But she was way up outta my class
She whispered into my ear, honey I hear
A honky tonk man moves fast.

All of the sudden my body went numb
I had enough sense to see
That everything I ever wanted in life
Was coming to easy for me.

So I said, Wait just a minute,
Wait, just a cotton-pickin` minute.

You better not get caught in the desert
Without your snake boots on
You don`t lay down on the railroad tracks
`Til after the train is gone.

You don`t swim out in deep water
With your pockets full of stone
You don`t get caught in the desert, son,
Without your snake boots on.

Well, she was quicker that a boys good judgement
So, we were headed for the parkin` lot
When a guy in the band said, Wait a minute, man
Lord, are you crazy or what?

Well, ole big bad Tex is her lover
And, he`s terribly skilled with a knife
He`s real particular `bout who rides his horse
And, nobody fools with his wife.

So, I said, Wait just a minute,
Wait just a dang minute.

You better not get caught in the desert
Without your snake boots on
You don`t lay down on the railroad tracks
`Til after the train is gone.

You don`t swim out in deep water
With your pockets full of stone
You don`t get caught in the desert, nah,
Without your snake boots on.

You don`t get caught in the desert, son,
Without your snake boots on.

Hey, watch out for that snake...