guy smith - austin via dallas lyrics
it’s a good town for a gig
but a lousy town to get paid
shreveport always treats me that way
hitching rides on highway 20
headin’ further south
when a black merceded slowed way down
passenger window slid
saw her face in dashboard light
grabbed my guitar case and i jumped inside
she was lean and tan, dressed just right
she stomped the gas, spun the tires
her eyes were holding back about a thousand fires
“you a performer?” she asked
just a songwriter, i confessеd
she said, “actually now i’m a h_ll of a lot more imprеssed.”
“you see, the songwriter’s got a poet’s heart.”
she said with her lips tightly curled
“and that just melts the heart of this working girl.”
about ten miles up the road
she veered off into a rest stop track
and parked in dark corner way out in back
in one quick move she spun around
she kissed me hard, i put up no fight
“songman,” she said “you’re mine tonight.”
if there be a place between heaven and h_ll
she took every step of the way there
biting lips, grinding hips and pulling hair
she was heat, animal, fire and l_st
the she said “this one is on me
‘cause even us pros have passions we have to feed.”
i half_assed pulled myself up right
glowing, she rocked us down the highway
another 20 miles or so before she peeled away
“your road to austin is over there,”
i let myself out, she blew me a kiss
then punched that mercedes straight on down to dallas
and through to dark, the weak moon light
i saw her vanity plate as she sped out of sight
and all that license plate said was “alice”
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