Standard (EADGBE)
Well I'm drivin' to New Orleans on a half a tank of gas
Got a Jesus on the dashboard got a third wife on my ass
They don't think I'm gonna make it, but I swear I think I can
In that Red Ball Texas Flyer I'm a Red Ball Texas Man
Well I left fifteen this mornin' just about the break of day
Sixteen minutes and a bowl of chili, I'm bound to find my way
If I got to actin' gorgeous then they'll know just who I am
In that Red Ball Texas Flyer I'm a Red Ball Texas Man
Fiddle solo
Well in bunky Louisiana there's a redhead made the stand
With a pistol full of nickels and a razor in her hand
She said "I'm gonna cut you boy from appetite to thirst"
I said "Hold on pretty pinto, better cut the mustard first"
Well I rode her in the parkin' lot I rode her in the green
I rode her till the sheriff came and then it got obscene
Oh we jumped the bail to midnight she said "Honey you like a grand"
In that Red Ball Texas Flyer I'm a Red Ball Texas Man
Fiddle solo
Oh we got down to New Orleans down beside the Hotel Reef
Were we found out we were different than we ever thought we'd be
At the court of the Seven Sisters I was prowlin' the settin' sun
Opened up the Red Ball Flyer and moved in with everyone
Fiddle solo