Dallas Nights

John got the bourbon, Ken got the bands Hop in the truck, got a Friday night plan Neon lights callin’ like a siren song Back to the club where the boys belong Ken walks in like a money parade Twenties flyin’ like he’s makin’ it rain John at the bar with a double in hand Lettin’ that whiskey turn him into a man John and Ken in the gentleman’s den Same old booth, doin’ it again Ken throws cash, like he just don’t care John drinks deep, gettin’ lost in the glare If John ain’t rollin’, then Ken don’t go That bond too tight, yeah it runs that close They say it’s a habit, but it’s more than a trend It’s Dallas nights with John and Ken Ken got charm, he a high-roller king Tippin’ like the rent ain’t a real damn thing John’s laughin’ loud, got that rebel vibe Shots on deck just to feel alive Bartender knows ‘em by name and pour Bouncers nod, they don’t wait at the door It’s a rhythm, a ritual, wild and true When the lights go low, they know what to do John and Ken in the gentleman’s den Same old booth, doin’ it again Ken throws cash, like he just don’t care John drinks deep, gettin’ lost in the glare If John ain’t rollin’, then Ken don’t go That bond too tight, yeah it runs that close They say it’s a habit, but it’s more than a trend It’s Dallas nights with John and Ken Week turns slow, Ken starts to fade Says “Without my boy, it just ain’t the same” John walks in and the fire ignites Back on the throne for them Friday nights John and Ken in the gentleman’s den Same old booth, doin’ it again Ken throws cash, like he just don’t care John drinks deep, gettin’ lost in the glare No solo rides, no lonesome bends It’s Dallas or bust, with your ride-or-die friend Yeah, it’s a habit—but it feels like Zen It’s the life they live—John and Ken So if you’re ever in the Deep Ellum scene And you hear that laugh or the sound of green Raise your glass to the legend of men— The Dallas kings named John and Ken.