Jerry Riopelle - Red Ball Texas Flyer Lyrics
Well, I'm drivin' to New Orleanson a half a tank of gas,got a Jesus on my dashboard,got a third wife on my ass,they don't think I'm gonna make it,but, I swear, I think we canin my Red Ball Texas Flier,I'm a red ball Texan man.Well, I left big 'D' this morning,just about the break of day,sixteen bennies and a bowl of chili,well, I'm bound to find my way,if I get to Natchitochesthen they'll know just who I amin my Red Ball Texas Flier,I'm a red ball Texan man,Don't you know.Well, in *****in' Louisiana,little redhead made a standwith a fistful full of nickelsand a razor in her hand,she said, "Tex, I'm gonna cut you, boy,from appetite to thirst,"I said, "Hold on, pretty pinto,better cut the mustard first."Well, I rolled her in the parkin' lot,I rolled her in the green,I rolled her 'til the sheriff cameand then it got obscene,oh, we jumped bail at midnight,she said, "Honey, ain't life grand,in that Red Ball Texas Flier,with my red ball Texan man."Oh, we got on to New Orleansdown inside the Vieux Carré,where we found how we were differentthan we ever thought we'd be,at the Court of the Seven Sisters,I was found with the seventh son,opened up that Red Ball Flierand moved in with everyone.
