Blew into AustinFrom Denver yesterdayGot word my managerDidn't wanna stayAin't that right?Ain't that right?Ain't that right?Ain't that right?You'd think I would beA little more confusedBut I play a dangerous gameWhere people get abusedAin't that right?Ain't that right?Ain't that right?Ain't that right?We were up above it allFlying in your planeAbout the time I had a bloody MaryLord, I wasn't feeling anythingThere you was in all that leatherWith something on your mindI found out just what it wasIn the Salt Lake City lightsAin't that right?Ain't that right?Ain't that right?Ain't that right?I played them Red RocksA couple times beforeAnd down at Globe HallA dozen nights or moreAin't that right?Ain't that right?Ain't that right?Ain't that right?Standing on the cornerIn the central Texas heatSlanging my Stolen JewelsIn a shrink wrapped CDSwinging from the ceilingOf this old honky-tonk saloonFor a wandering boy like meThere's always more roomAin't that right?Ain't that right?Ain't that right?Ain't that right?Ain't that right?Ain't that right?YeahI was just down here to see them boys in the committeeOn Avenue Of The StarsI rode down there in a nineteen sixty-five Ford
