Текст песни Stripe on the Nine Ball - Calvin Russell

It was hotter than hell in the oh no tell motel
No women and no swimming pool
I couldn't find a hunny and damned it weren't funny
To wake up alone with a fool

Beneath the shade I saw a pretty young maid
She had a mop and a pail and a broom
She said you bad blues singer I'm a bad news bringer
And it's time to untangle your room

Her jeans were tight as a stripe on a nine ball
Lips they were full as a big yellow moon
She makes all her bread by making a bed
While I'm busy just making up tunes.

Hey the manager called he said check out his living and youre twenty
Four hours overdue,
I placed a star by your name and it don't stand
For fame it means the sheriff will be calling on you

Heard a knock at the door and my boots hit the floor,
I had my guitar and my grass in my hand
I heard the shotgun crescendo as I crashed through
The window it sounded louder than a marching brass band

Her jeans were tight as a stripe on a nine ball
Lips they were full as a big yellow moon
She makes all her bread by making a bed
While I'm busy just making up tunes.

Well i sold me a song to a big star in nashville
My agent just called me today
He said its number one you lucky son of a gun
And you got riches coming your way

But I'm a low life, with no wife, just a no show hobo
Just a listening to the whistling freight trains
And since i found me some riches unlike the other sons of
Bithces, taking all the pleasure and leaving nothing to fame

Her jeans were tight as a stripe on a nine ball
Lips they were full as a big yellow moon
She makes all her bread by making a bed
While I'm busy just making up tunes.