"Sweet Texas Fire" lyrics

Way back in school they made jokes about you, baby
A bunch of little girls, oh yeah, but you were such a lady
Staying out late you'd go dancing every night
Cowboy boots and honky-tonkin' feelin' all right
Your boyfriend was twenty-five, your pop called him a punk
Drinkin' your drink, and gettin' all drunk

Living in the fast lane, you're a bird up on the wire
Givin' all the boys a taste of sweet Texas fire

Soon you split for beauty school, manicures and perms
Hanging around a deadbeat town and trying to get a turn
Dreaming 'bout the city, gonna model on TV
Hollywood producers and a Benz 300 E
Slinging hash at Denny's and making truckers hard
Your car is up on cinder blocks and sittin' in the yard

Livin' in the fast lane, you're a bird up on the wire
Givin' all the boys a taste of sweet Texas fire

Livin' in the fast lane, you're a bird up on the wire
Givin' all the boys a taste of sweet Texas fire

Hitching up the highway when I saw you seein' me
Bumper sticker said, "Gas, ass or grass, but not for free"
Them jeans that you were wearin', they fit you like a glove
Givin' me the goosebumps and with all your Texas love
Crankin' up the Skynyrd tape and screamin' for your gas
Southern girls are somethin' that I know will kick your ass

Living in the fast lane, you're a bird up on the wire
Giving all the boys a taste of sweet Texas fire