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Well, I was working this joint in DallasTo make the payment on my carJust a weekend stand with a local bandThey had me playin' rhythm guitar.Well, I was singin' some old cheatin' songWhen this blue-eyed blonde came byShe said, I'm a table over in the cornerWhy don't you drop around and say hiSo, I did.Well, she was dressed like a million dollarsBut she was way up outta my classShe whispered into my ear, honey I hearA honky tonk man moves fast.All of the sudden my body went numbI had enough sense to seeThat everything I ever wanted in lifeWas coming to easy for me.So I said, "Wait just a minute,Wait, just a cotton-pickin' minute."You better not get caught in the desertWithout your snake boots onLetras de cancionesYou don't lay down on the railroad tracks'Til after the train is gone.You don't swim out in deep waterWith your pockets full of stoneYou don't get caught in the desert, son,Without your snake boots on.Well, she was quicker that a boys good judgmentSo, we were headed for the parkin' lotWhen a guy in the band said, "Wait a minute, manLord, are you crazy or what?""Well, ole big bad Tex is her loverAnd, he's terribly skilled with a knifeHe's real particular 'bout who rides his horseAnd, nobody fools with his wife."So, I said, "Wait just a minute,Wait just a dang minute."You better not get caught in the desertWithout your snake boots onYou don't lay down on the railroad tracks'Til after the train is gone.You don't swim out in deep waterWith your pockets full of stoneYou don't get caught in the desert, nah,Without your snake boots on.You don't get caught in the desert, son,Without your snake boots on.Hey, watch out for that snake From Letras Mania