Well Iâm packing up my suitcase, I fill up with Gasoline
If I leave Fort Worth in the morning, I could see my Cajun queen
Well Iâm living for the moment with my guitar and pure desire
I can see the greed in your soul, and I can smell the burning fire
So give me two shots of whiskey, Lord knows Iâm a dangerous man
The gypsy moved to Houston, I wonât ever see her again
Now the road is long and lonesome and Iâm always short on pay
Mama said son, Howâd you turn out this way?
I know you got your money with your slick suit and your smile
As for me I ainât worried about nothing because I ainât seen none in awhile
And I canât go back believing because there is too much to deny
When promises get broken while your barely getting by
So give me two shots of whiskey, Lord knows Iâm a dangerous man
The gypsy moved to Houston, I wonât ever see her again
Now the road is long and lonesome and Iâm always short on pay
Mama said son, Howâd you turn out this way?