(Intro Begins with a loud crowed Texas bar, talking that fills the room. Glasses clinking, laughter, and a heavy foot-stomping beat kicks in with a gritty southern rock guitar and Banjo riff.) (Spoken Word Dialogue) Bubba: "Man, I told you my Ram could handle that mud hole behind the feed mill." Junior: "Handle it? ....' Bubba, you’re missing a tail-light and your tailgate is held on by a zip-tie and a prayer!" Bubba: (Laughs) "HA HA, Hey, now that's character! Look at this place, Fort Worth is jumping tonight. First round is on you since your shinny old truck didn't get stuck." Junior: "THAT'S A DEAL....... Let's get to the bar, I can already hear the band tuning up." [Crowed begins to cheer] (Verse 1 - Country Rock Style, Cowed sings along) Clocked out at five, left the boss man screaming My bank account is low, but my headlights are gleaming Got forty hours of Texas dust on this old dashboard But tonight we’re spending money that we can’t afford (Crowed yells, "CAN"T AFFORD") Pulled up to the Lone Star Lounge and the parking lot is packed, Dually's lined up and the tailgates are stacked. (Chorus - Full Band Explodes, Crowed Sings Along) So pour the whiskey, pass the beer! (Crowed yells, YEA, BEERS") We’re throwing back shots for another rough year! Spin your girl around, and kick up the dust Tell me whose old truck has the most DAD...GUM rust? Yeah, the jobs are lousy but the music tonight is right And the prettiest Texas girls are in the house tonight! (Audience yells: "HELL YEAH!") (Verse 2 - Rap Style - Sharp, rhythmic delivery over a heavy hip-hop beat blended with a banjo loop) Step through the door, smell the Bar-B-Q smoked cedar Bartender’s moving fast, yeah she’s a real crowd-pleaser Got a mud-caked Chevy parked out in the front If you ain't dented up, then you ain't in the hunt Bubba says his Dodge is the king of the street But it’s missing half a bumper, and the passenger seat... Look at the dance floor, spinning like a top Line dancing beauties and they never wanna stop We work all week just to blow it in a night I got a beautiful woman and she’s holding me tight. (Mid-Song Dialogue - Music drops to just a thumping bass and banjo) Junior: "Yo Bubba, look at the dance floor. Your girl is out-spinning and looking really fine, You surely married UP! Bubba: (Proudly) "Told you, bro. I definitely won the lottery. Your truck might be clean, but my wife is the prettiest thing in this entire zip code." Junior: "Can't argue with that. But look at your truck. it's literally covered in cow manure and smelling really old.....KINDA LIKE YOU! Bubba: (Laughs loud) "That's just honest work, son! ... Hey band, bring that chorus back!" (Chorus - Full Band, Audience Singing Loudly) So pour the whiskey, and pass another beer! We’re throwing back shots for another rough year! Spin your girl around, and kick up some dust Tell me whose old truck has the most DAD GUM rust? Yeah, the jobs are lousy but the music is right And the prettiest Texas wives are in the house tonight! (Bridge - Music drops to clapping hands and a stomping boot. The singer talks to the crowd.) (Singer): "Alright Texas, let me see who's got the absolute dirtiest rig out in the lot tonight!" (Crowd screams, "I DO") (Singer): "And who brought the prettiest wife in the whole Lone Star State?" (The Men Screams ,"I DID") (Crowd cheers louder, whistles ring out) (Singer): "Let's bring it home!" (Banjo and Fiddle Solo - Massive, high-energy southern rock style blending into a heavy hip-hop outro beat) (Chorus - Final Explosion, Entire Bar Singing at the Top of Their Lungs) SO POUR THE WISKEY, PASS ANOTHER BEER! We’re throwing back shots for another rough year! OH YEAH. Spin your girl around, kick up the dust Tell me whose old truck has the most DAD GUM rust? Yeah, the jobs are lousy but the music is just right And the prettiest Texas wives are in the house tonight! HELL YEAH, (Outro) Yeah, the prettiest wives are in Texas tonight...... YEEE... HAW!!! HA HA HA
