Brock Zeman - Triple Crown Lyrics
A rebel flag t-shirt and a jailhouse tattooHe's sucking on a Camel, blowing smoke rings around the moonHe's way south of trendy but man, he's Texas coolAnd he's talking to some lady with track marks up her armsAnd he smiles like a salesman as he lays on the charmBut she ain't really listening, she just smiles from time to timeThe dope in her purse is the only thing on her mindAt The Triple Crown barroom in San Marcos TexasThey've gotta band every night here, even on ChristmasWhere the smoke stings your eyes and the beer's always coldAnd God called in sick today so anything goesAt The Triple CrownThe guitar player's got a Stetson and a smoke dangling from his lipsAnd he looks just as greasy as his guitar licksThe prettiest girl in the whole bar asked me what my name wasBut the band was so goddamn loud that I never caught hersBut I got her hair in my mouth from screaming in her earAnd it smelled just like cigarettes and her breath smelled like beerIn my mind we got married and I moved to Austin that fallAnd she learned every word to every one of my songsSo buddy pick your poison it ain't free but it's closeAnd there's beans and there's brisket out on the patioTear the hands off that clock or shoot it right off the wallIt's been happy hour since I got here how the hell are we getting homeThrow a dollar in the tip jar, wont you buy the band a beerI'm going looking for that Austin girl with the pretty red hair
