Brock Zeman - Triple Crown lyrics

He's got hair to his elbows and snake skin boots A rebel flag t-shirt and a jailhouse tattoo He's s**ing on a Camel, blowing smoke rings around the moon He's way south of trendy but man, he's Texas cool And he's talking to some lady with track marks up her arms And he smiles like a salesman as he lays on the charm But she ain't really listening, she just smiles from time to time The dope in her purse is the only thing on her mind At The Triple Crown barroom in San Marcos Texas They've gotta band every night here, even on Christmas Where the smoke stings your eyes and the beer's always cold And God called in sick today so anything goes At The Triple Crown The guitar player's got a Stetson and a smoke dangling from his lips And he looks just as greasy as his guitar licks The prettiest girl in the whole bar asked me what my name was But the band was so goddamn loud that I never caught hers But I got her hair in my mouth from screaming in her ear And it smelled just like cigarettes and her breath smelled like beer In my mind we got married and I moved to Austin that fall And she learned every word to every one of my songs So buddy pick your poison it ain't free but it's close And there's beans and there's brisket out on the patio Tear the hands off that clock or shoot it right off the wall It's been happy hour since I got here how the hell are we getting home Throw a dollar in the tip jar, won't you buy the band a beer I'm going looking for that Austin girl with the pretty red hair