feel like i'm living a drive-thru life

feel like i'm living a drive-thru life
listening to a frustrated, angry wife
holding my warm beer in the noon day sun
her husband chasing me with his loaded gun!
i can't find my horse in all this dust
and i hate to leave but i know i must;
she was good to me in her gypsy way
but i never got to have my final say.
she liked to dance and ride that cajun bull;
i pushed away but felt her pull!
most Friday nights she'd drink the table down
with country songs i'd be her stomping ground:
a wicked smile in a friendly face;
whiskey breath wrapped in bridal lace.
she'd toss me out and charm me back each time:
she'd wear my boots and squeeze this heart of mine.
feel like i'm living a drive-thru life
listening to a frustrated, angry wife
holding my warm beer in the noon day sun
her husband chasing me with his loaded gun!