Luckenbach Revisited

Jeannie and I took off from Tulsa, speeding through the night
She just learned she’d done ok in her alimony fight
I had that bright red Mustang that I got in my divorce
So I said, why don’t we hit the road – we’ll go to Luckenbach, of course.

I cashed my Social Security check with Haggard on my mind
We filled up the tank on Route 66 and got the tires all aligned
Remembering the days when the radio was the only source of country tunes
We just hooked Pandora up to listen to old George Jones croon.

Chorus:

From those days when I was turning heads wearing jeans about a
size too small
We’d dance to Willie’s music in the local Elks Club hall
I remember Waylon singing about a mythic Texas town
So watch out, Luckenbach – me and Jean are headed down.

Remember when we thought that Texas spot was the center of it all
We always said that we would get there, even if we had to crawl
But work and kids and bills and life always got in the way
We never made it there for the Fourth of July, but now we know today’s the day.

Well, I don’t look so hot in these tight old jeans, but Luckenbach’s seen better days, too.
Besides the gift shop and a beer bar and some barbecue stands, there’s not all that much to do
But sometimes you can hear a couple good old boys pickin’ songs they learned from Earl and Bill
And I got on the stage and belted the one about the sad and lonesome whippoorwill.