Red Ball Texas Flyer Songtext
von Jerry Riopelle

Well, I′m drivin' to New Orleans
On 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 can
In 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 Natchitoches
Then they′ll know just who I am
In my Red Ball Texas Flier,
I'm a red ball Texan man,
Don′t you know.


Well, in fuckin' Louisiana,
Little redhead made a stand
With a fistful full of nickels
And 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 came
And 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 Orleans
Down inside the Vieux Carré,
Where we found how we were different
Than 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 Flier
And moved in with everyone.