[Intro] Lord, what a ride. Midnight highway and a Cadillac haze. Every town’s got a storm you shouldn’t chase… [Verse 1] She rolled into town like a backroad storm, Red lipstick smile with a figure-eight form. Had every cowboy trippin’ on his pride, And every good decision runnin’ off to hide. She could talk a preacher into drinkin’ on Sunday, Talk a gambler into bettin’ his soul away. Trouble always started in a turn of a key, And by midnight, she had her finger on me. [Pre-Chorus] Mama said, “Boys, don’t you chase that storm,” But it was too late… we never heard Mama’s horn. [Chorus] She was a two-bit, whore-muggin’, slap-jaw, bow-legged, pigeon-toed kinda girl! Ridin’ through a saddle-up, boot-scoot, heart-shoot, turn-you, upside-down kinda world! [Verse 2] She danced like fire on a grease-slick floor, Left broken-hearted men stacked outside the door. She could sweet-talk a preacher out of his Bible’s code, Rob him blind and leave him dead on the road. Danced on the bar till the cops shut it down, Had the whole county spinnin’ round and round. One night with her felt like a lifetime of sin, Next mornin’ you’d swear you’d never do it again. [Pre-Chorus] Everybody knew better than to fall that far, But common sense ain’t usually made in a bar. [Chorus] She was a two-bit, whore-muggin’, slap-jaw, bow-legged, pigeon-toed kinda girl! Ridin’ through a saddle-up, boot-scoot, heart-shoot, turn-you, upside-down kinda world! [Bridge] She left a long trail of men like broken-down toys, But damn, the aftermath was sad for those boys! Wild as a twister and mean as a snake! She’d break your heart like a small earthquake! The rowdiest tornado that hit this town, Hell on wheels ridin’ eastbound and down. [Guitar Solo] [Final Chorus] She was a two-bit, whore-muggin’, slap-jaw, bow-legged, pigeon-toed kinda girl! Ridin’ through a saddle-up, boot-scoot, heart-shoot, turn-you, upside-down kinda world! [Outro] Lord, what a ride. [End]
