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