In a bar outside of nowhere Sulkin' with a glass of sin She was sittin' on the last stool Cigarette in her hand I said, "Pardon me, couldn't help but see You look lonely just like me" Well, I'll bet my bottom dollar Oh I know I can treat you fine Well I don't give two hoots or a holler I may just spend my last dime Well if you'll just grab that little purse And hop in this old Pontiac We'll hit the road honey and never look back
All that nerve, what do I deserve? More than a face full of beer If fools really tread where angels fear Then what's an angel like you doin' here?
Well I was half-cocked and loaded Like a hair trigger gun Well I've been praised, I've been scolded But this time I didn't know which one Well she just laughed and said, "Jess, I've heard this all before ...." And then she walked right out the door