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"Well, I was working this joint in Dallas To make the payment on my car Just a weekend stand with a local band They had me playin' rhythm guitar. Well, I was singin' some old cheatin' song When this blue-eyed blonde came by She said, I'm a table over in the corner Why don't you drop around and say hi So, I did. Well, she was dressed like a million dollars But she was way up outta my class She whispered into my ear, honey I hear A honky tonk man moves fast. All of the sudden my body went numb I had enough sense to see That everything I ever wanted in life Was coming to easy for me. So I said, "Wait just a minute, Wait, just a cotton-pickin' minute." You better not get caught in the desert Without your snake boots on You don't lay down on the railroad tracks 'Til after the train is gone. You don't swim out in deep water With your pockets full of stone You don't get caught in the desert, son, Without your snake boots on. Well, she was quicker that a boys good judgement So, we were headed for the parkin' lot When a guy in the band said, "Wait a minute, man Lord, are you crazy or what?" "Well, ole big bad Tex is her lover And, he's terribly skilled with a knife He's real particular 'bout who rides his horse And, nobody fools with his wife." So, I said, "Wait just a minute, Wait just a dang minute." You better not get caught in the desert Without your snake boots on You don't lay down on the railroad tracks 'Til after the train is gone. You don't swim out in deep water With your pockets full of stone You don't get caught in the desert, nah, Without your snake boots on. You don't get caught in the desert, son, Without your snake boots on. Hey, watch out for that snake... "