Karaoke Cowboy

Weeknights at the Ramada there's not too much to see
 Except Tuesday night's karaoke night, you get the Wild Turkey free
 And a Stetson hat and some snake skin boots, a bollo tie and jeans
 There's the karaoke cowboy, his name is Bob, at the bar in Grand Saline
 In the bottom of his tip jar is a quarter and dime
 For all the scratched up Haggard songs where the drunks got outta line
 But the nights he's on he can sing George Jones in a Wild Turkey dream
 That's the karaoke cowboy at the bar in Grand Saline
 Steel Solo
 He said he hit it big in Branson doing Elvis everyday
 Till a trailer park tornado took all of that away
 He's got a whiskey throat and a broken heart from his dried up Nashville scene
 Now he karaokes every Tuesday night at the bar in Grand Saline
 Luanna was a rose queen her high school pictures on the wall
 We wonder how she's a bar maid now with her name on the bathroom stall
 But we've seen her smile at the cowboys style cause he treats her like a queen
 She falls in love every Tuesday night at the bar in Grand Saline
 There's a blue tick howling at the first full moon In the backside of the bar
 Wild Turkey on the house every Tuesday night Makes everybody a star
 So we sing all night till we feel alright or till the bar maids get obscene
 Then we say goodnight to Cowboy Bob at the bar in Grand Saline