Whataburger Time Warp

It's the fourth of July in Denison, Texas The heat index at a hundred and five done wrecked us The Coronas have been on ice since a quarter after nine Jason's on six grams of shrooms and looking for a lime He's on about the Whataburger drive-thru teleporting us back in time. My girls in cut-offs, flirting, snorting lines, and singing. Aaron may have overdone it. He's looking kinda pale, and says his ears are ringing. Some kids are waving sparklers to an ebony sky Rob's slurring insults with his bottle of Kentucky Deluxe held high Memories of a North Texas night The smell of gunpowder, skunk weed, and campfire light The Red River's glowin' and the sky's gone insane Hand me another one — You got a square and a flame Hey man, let me hit that — Ey, what's that bitches name I'm on my sixth beer, and the shrooms are kickin' in hard Mesmerized by the trees breathing in the yard My uncle is sitting on his cooler full of Shiner Bock on ice Howard says, "I'd sell my soul for one of those," then says it twice I'm feeling like a professor now and startin', explainin' 'bout the nation To my dog, who's heard this shit at every summer celebration Busted speakers blaring CCR tunes from a random FM station Jason is sure he sees the face of God in the window condensation Memories of a North Texas night The smell of gunpowder, skunk weed, and campfire light The Red River's glowin' and the sky's gone insane Hand me another one — You got a square and a flame Hey man, let me hit that — Ey, what's that bitches name A few whippits and we were doing mushroom mathematics Convinced the fireflies are sending us schematics Seventeen empty bottles lined up on the fence Jason's got his gun out, and everyone seems tense The night sky seems to fully rotate over the horizon each hour My sinuses are full of gunpowder smoke and white powder Rot gut whiskey and bug spray, and somebody's burnt brisket Aaron says, "I'm taking another one." — nobody questions it The sun comes up like God flipped a light switch on a dare My girl is asleep in a truck bed with puke in her hair Twenty-three empty cans standin' tall in the morning light She became a free spirit in North Texas last night The hardcore drinkers are fighting over the last warm beer You can't make this shit up — I'm glad that I was here I smell like a campfire, piss, and barbecue. Christal is looking for her keys or who she handed them to Memories of a North Texas night long gone The drugs wear off, but the feeling hangs on The Red River's quiet, and the sky's back to blue We return through the doors with just a slightly different view Hand me another one Hand me another one ...there ain't another one