Wax Paper Cups Songtext
von Walker Hayes
Wax Paper Cups Songtext
There′s a purple sky on my dusty dash
On its way from blue to black
Sun's fading fast and the moon is smiling
A good wind blowing steady and warm
Sweeping waves onto the shore
Chasing all the sand crabs toward the highway
So whatcha say?
Let′s pick up a pair of Icees down at the Texaco
Back my truck to the edge of the Gulf of Mexico
Throw on a little George Strait
Have a seat on the tailgate
Swing our feet in the water
Till our toes wrinkle up
Sip on down to the bottom
Of them wax paper cups
I know a little back dirt road that leads
To ocean front property
Where me and the stars shoot the breeze
Like family
Oughta be a buck or two in change
'Tween the glove box and the ashtray
And there's a lonely shotgun seat
Waiting for ya side me
So why don′t we?
Pick up a pair of Icees down at the Texaco
Back my truck to the edge of the Gulf of Mexico
Throw on a little George Strait
Have a seat on the tailgate
Swing our feet in the water
Till our toes wrinkle up
Sip on down to the bottom
Of them wax paper cups
And we can talk if you want to
Or we can sit silent
Shoulder to shoulder
Just a sipping and sighing
Or we can make love
Memories and wishes
Stealing cold cherry coke flavored kisses
Let′s pick up a pair of Icees down at the Texaco
Back my truck to the edge of the Gulf of Mexico
Throw on a little George Strait
Have a seat on the tailgate
Swing our feet in the water
Till our toes wrinkle up
Sip on down to the bottom of them
Sip on down to the bottom of them
Sip on down to the bottom
Of them wax paper cups
On its way from blue to black
Sun's fading fast and the moon is smiling
A good wind blowing steady and warm
Sweeping waves onto the shore
Chasing all the sand crabs toward the highway
So whatcha say?
Let′s pick up a pair of Icees down at the Texaco
Back my truck to the edge of the Gulf of Mexico
Throw on a little George Strait
Have a seat on the tailgate
Swing our feet in the water
Till our toes wrinkle up
Sip on down to the bottom
Of them wax paper cups
I know a little back dirt road that leads
To ocean front property
Where me and the stars shoot the breeze
Like family
Oughta be a buck or two in change
'Tween the glove box and the ashtray
And there's a lonely shotgun seat
Waiting for ya side me
So why don′t we?
Pick up a pair of Icees down at the Texaco
Back my truck to the edge of the Gulf of Mexico
Throw on a little George Strait
Have a seat on the tailgate
Swing our feet in the water
Till our toes wrinkle up
Sip on down to the bottom
Of them wax paper cups
And we can talk if you want to
Or we can sit silent
Shoulder to shoulder
Just a sipping and sighing
Or we can make love
Memories and wishes
Stealing cold cherry coke flavored kisses
Let′s pick up a pair of Icees down at the Texaco
Back my truck to the edge of the Gulf of Mexico
Throw on a little George Strait
Have a seat on the tailgate
Swing our feet in the water
Till our toes wrinkle up
Sip on down to the bottom of them
Sip on down to the bottom of them
Sip on down to the bottom
Of them wax paper cups
Writer(s): Walker Hayes, Doug Waterman, Robert Clement Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com