Loco Weed Songtext
von Mel Tillis
Loco Weed Songtext
(Mel Tillis - Jim Denny)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up steed
In the mornin′ you will get
A bale of loco weed.
Now ole Jimmy Jackie was a ring-tail-tooter
He could shoot nine times from a colt 6 shooter
He got a wild one night and he threw his a lasso
Surrounded the whole town of El Paso.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up steed
In the mornin' you will get
A bale of loco weed.
Now Jack cut his teeth on a 45 slug
His mama weaned him on a white lightin′ jug
He rode upon a big a red eyed steed
A fed that horse a steady diet of them a loco weed.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up nag
I'd buy you some oats
But you ain't worth a bag.
He rode into Dodge and he drank about a keg
A told Chester he was gonna break his other leg
A Chester run to the Marshall said stop that villian
Jack said you don′t want none of me Mister Dillon.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up nag
I′d buy you some oats
But you ain't worth a bag.
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up nag
I′d buy you some oats
But you ain't worth a bag.
Mucha cha, mucha cha Tequila...
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up steed
In the mornin′ you will get
A bale of loco weed.
Now ole Jimmy Jackie was a ring-tail-tooter
He could shoot nine times from a colt 6 shooter
He got a wild one night and he threw his a lasso
Surrounded the whole town of El Paso.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up steed
In the mornin' you will get
A bale of loco weed.
Now Jack cut his teeth on a 45 slug
His mama weaned him on a white lightin′ jug
He rode upon a big a red eyed steed
A fed that horse a steady diet of them a loco weed.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up nag
I'd buy you some oats
But you ain't worth a bag.
He rode into Dodge and he drank about a keg
A told Chester he was gonna break his other leg
A Chester run to the Marshall said stop that villian
Jack said you don′t want none of me Mister Dillon.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up nag
I′d buy you some oats
But you ain't worth a bag.
Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up nag
I′d buy you some oats
But you ain't worth a bag.
Mucha cha, mucha cha Tequila...
Writer(s): Mel Tillis, Jim Denny Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com