Red Ball Texas Flyer by Jerry Riopelle Lyrics

Well, I'm drivin' to New Orleans
On a half a tank of gas
Got a Jesus on my dashboard
Got a third wife on my ass
They don't think I'm gonna make it
But, I swear, I think we can
In my Red Ball Texas Flier
I'm a red ball Texan man
Well, I left big 'D' this morning
Just about the break of day
Sixteen bennies and a bowl of chili
Well, I'm bound to find my way
If I get to Natchitoches
Then they'll know just who I am
In my Red Ball Texas Flier
I'm a red ball Texan man
Don't you know
Well, in funky Louisiana
Little redhead made a stand
With a fistful full of nickels
And a razor in her hand
She said, "Tex, I'm gonna cut you, boy
From appetite to thirst,"
I said, "Hold on, pretty pinto
Better cut the mustard first."
Well, I rolled her in the parkin' lot
I rolled her in the green
I rolled her 'til the sheriff came
And then it got obscene
Oh, we jumped bail at midnight
She said, "Honey, ain't life grand
In that Red Ball Texas Flier
With my red ball Texan man."
Oh, we got on to New Orleans
Down inside the Vieux Carré
Where we found how we were different
Than we ever thought we'd be
At the Court of the Seven Sisters
I was found with the seventh son
Opened up that Red Ball Flier
And moved in with everyone