Sing That One To Me

We’re gonna find us a hotel
Check-in when the sun goes down
Walk a couple miles to the watering hole
Under the table gonna drink the town
We’re gonna find us a barkeep
A pretty little one that knows
To keep pumpin' 'em out, keep pumpin' 'em out
Until the sadness hardly shows
We sing «Hats Off to (Roy) Harper»
For some pretty young thing
We sing «Manic Depression»
With our heartstrings
To those pretty things
And we’re gonna jump on the 20
Motivate to Dallas town
Go and have a nap on the grassy knoll
Where they cut John Kennedy down
And we’re gonna uncork a bottle
Maybe one two three four five
Find a fuzzy place where the lights is low
To relax and unwind
Find someplace to listen
To some pedal-steel guitars
Find some gals to whisper
Our aims to
Shoot the stars
Ohhhhhhh
Maybe is it possible
This only is a ride?
Or are we being hunted
With no better place to hide
Maybe you’re adorable
Please handle me with care
Could you sing
That number to me?
That one to me?
And we’re gonna wander the expanse
Flash across the mighty sand
Become good raiders in the steely night
And pull the light up with our hands
And we’re gonna find us a fixer
Up there in the sky
Howl at the women on the riverboats
Laugh so hard we cry
Maybe is it possible
This only is a ride?
Or are we being hunted
With no better place to hide
Maybe you’re adorable
Please handle me with care
Could you sing
That number to me?
That one to me?