sittin' at the bar
drinkin' lone star
so slow..he sips
his jean low on his hips

a cowboy hat
on his head

a white shirt
ain't never seen no dirt

stiched & starched

his boots
clean
shoots
they ain't never seen
dirt

mr. cool
mr. pool
mr. you
what do you do

against
sumpin' like that

well

i wear shorts
a t-shirt
did a put on shoes
ain't got no clues

"hey pard...
looks like life's treatin' you hard..."

he looked at me
said...
"man i'm at the top a' my game"

"good, i'm gowin' down
buy me a beer?"

i could hear him snear

"play you pool for that beer."

he leaned close to hear
me again...
"you play me... did i hear that clear?"

balls were on the table
before he was able
to guess
or see
it was me...
with a cue in my hand...

"your break
now take your time..."

last time dude saw the dime

see he sank nuthin'
i sank everything
that bring
me to my point
nice pool joint

oh yeah

nice boots nice blue jeans

nice hat

where you git that at?

nice shirt too.

yeah they fit. they'll do.

thank you

all stiched & starched
wight washed


they'll do