Jerry Riopelle – Red Ball Texas Flyer lyrics

Red Ball Texas Flyer by Jerry Riopelle & Stuart Margolin

A
Well, I’m drvin’ to New Orlean

On a half a tank of gas
E
Got a Jesus on my dashboard

Got a third wife on my ass
A
They don’t think I’m gonna make it
D A
But I swear I think we can
E
In my Red Ball Texas Flier
A
I’m a Red Ball Texas man

Well I left big ‘D’ this morning
Just a bout the break of day
Sixteen bennies and a bowl of chili
Wel I’m bound to find my way
If I get to Natchitoches
Then they’ll know just who I am
In my Red Ball Texas Flier
I’m a Red Ball Texas man

Don’t you know-woe-woe-woe etc

Well in Bunkie Louisiana
Little redneck made a stand
With a fistful full of nickels
And a razor in her hand
She said “Tex I’m gonna cut you boy
From appetite to thirst”
I said “Hold on pretty pinto
Better cut the mustard first”

Well I rolled her in the parkin’ lot
I rolled her on the green
I rollded her ‘til the sheriff came
And then it got obscene
Oh we jumped the bail at midnight
She said “Honey ani’t life grand
In that Red Ball Texas Flier
With my red ball Texas man

Oh we got down to New Orleans
Down inside the Vieux Carre
Where we found out we were different
Than we ever thought we’d be
At the Court of the Seven Sisters
I was crowned the Seventh Son
Opened up the Red Ball Flier
And moved in with everyone