Me and my friend Jerry caught a Western Diamondback,
didnât make much trouble once we got her in the sack.
We drove back to Jerryâs house and found that recipe,
drowned the snake in mescal, and the rest is history.
Six months later to the day we turned that monster loose,
cinnamon, lime, and venom all distilled in cactus juice.
Jerry opened up that jar and said, âyou take the reins.â
Pretty soon we had that poison pounding in our veins.
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They found us out beside the highway west of Abilene,
they found my car up in a tree all smashed to smithereens.
I still donât remember what the hell those brakes were for;
I ainât drinkinâ Rattlesnake Tequila anymore.
We graced every tavern from Del Rio to Juarez,
counted cards in Bossier City, thatâs what Jerry says.
We chased down some border girls outside of El Paso,
how we made that many miles in one night, I donât know.
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They had us cuffed and captured, man, I still donât have a clue
where Jerry got his Mohawk or where I got my tattoo.
We were dancinâ for the deputies, and what finally stopped the show
were Jerryâs very last words when he said, âdonât taze me, bro.â
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