Karaoké Uneasy Rider '88 The Charlie Daniels Band

Me and my buddy got us a wild hair and figured we wanted to go somewhere

So we loaded up my rag top Chevrolet

We had a little bit of money and a whole lot of show

And with Hank Junior blarin' on the radio

We got a tank full of gas and we were on our way

We figured we'd go down to New Orleans

We were barrelin' down old Seventeen

When a man with a blinkin' red light was on our tail

He said You were doin' sixty in a forty-five but I'm gonna let you go this time

If I catch you again I'm gonna slap you in the county jail

We said Thank you sir you sure been nice and you ain't gonna have to tell us twice

And we were Southbound and down with the wind blowin' in our faces

We kept on rollin' and pretty soon the radio was cookin' out a Haggard tune

And we were pullin' into Houston

Checkin' out all them places

I was feelin' dry and I said I think we ought to stop and get ourselves a drink

And old Jim said Yeah 'cos we got time to kill

We kept on rollin' and I seen this spot and we pulled into the parkin' lot

Of this place called the Cloud Nine Bar and Grill

We walked through the door and the place was jammed

The lights were low

They had a punk rock band

And some orange haired feller singin' about suicide

I said Jim this ain't our kind of place

He said Well let's just have one round anyway

So against my better judgment we walked on inside

Went up to the bar and we sat down

This feller walked up and said I'll buy this round

And he sat down on the bar stool next to Jim

He looked like a girl but he talked like a guy

He had lipstick on and mascara in his eyes

And everybody in that place looked just about like him

I said Jim this ain't our kind of bar

Let's just go on out and get back in the car

'Cos there's gonna be trouble

Ain't no sense in takin' a chance

We was gettin' up

Gettin' ready to leave when somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve

Was this good lookin' girl

She was askin' my buddy to dance

I said Jim don't do it there's somethin' missin'

There's fellers dancin' and fellers kissin'

There's a feller in high heeled shoes wearin' pantyhose

He said Partner I just can't turn this down

You just go over there and have one more round

And I'll dance with the lady and we'll get on down the road

So he walked away and left me alone

This funny lookin' feller kept comin' on

And he was makin' me mad by some of the things he said

And hen he put his hand on my knee and I said

If you don't get your paw off me

I'm gonna locate your nose around the other side of your head

He said I love it when you get that fire in your eye

I said Well partner try this on for size

And I unloaded on him and he went out like a light

Everybody in that place must have been his friend

They all headed for me

I said This is the end

But where I come from we don't give up without a fight

They were screamin' and yellin' and scratchin' and clawin'

I was punchin' and hittin' and kickin' and pawin'

I was holdin' my own 'cos I've been in a scrap or two

Old Jim come runnin' up out of the blue and that gal he was with come runnin' up too

And proceeded to beat on me with a high heel shoe

I grabbed her by the hair

It came off in my hand

And that beautiful girl was just a beautiful man

And old Jim just got sick right there on the floor

He dropped that dude like a shot from a gun

Smeared his lipstick

Made his makeup run

And me and old Jim started fightin' our way to the door

Man we lit out of there in that Chevrolet

I put in on the floor and it stayed that way

We was goin' down the highway

Doin' about a hundred and ten

We was headed for home and we was gettin' nearer

Then a red light came on the rear view mirror

And that same blame cop was pullin' us over again

Well I'm sittin' here in this county jail

I had to call my daddy to go our bail

But I learned me a lesson that I never will forget again

I've done give up drinkin'

I've give up bars

And runnin' 'round the country in souped up cars

Goin' back where the women are women and the men are men