And those are the facts
But in Houston they got our name in lights
Seven comes a calling, as we cross on into Texas
The slab is yours tonight
You're clean as a widow woman's washboard, son
Remember that you're not the one
Calling the tunes
Put the mountains to your back, the great plains on your grille
Townes is in the back lounge, got his fist full of fives
Springer's feeling lucky, sits down for a spell
Townes is in the back lounge, cursing at them bones
Of a twenty four hour drive
Salina in the headlights, snake eyes on the floor
Jeff is in a bind, waiting on sister Hicks
Oklahoma City and he's lost his last bill
With boxcars in their eyes
Time to take a little spin
Never count your winnings at hour twenty three
And Boulder looks like the kind of town
Al drops another twenty and Pete heads for the door
He says, "It's a little bit long, but I'm enjoying this ride"
Or you'll be clean as a widow woman's washboard, son
That's making those diamonds dance
Pulls out two dice, says, "Let's get at it"
That I could spend some time
Be careful with the dice, when you're surrounded by others
Townes is in the back lounge, got his hands in his pocket
