Ease Along

Well I've seen some pretty bad brawls Black eyes and broken jaws, if ya Talk loud around here, boy, you better be tough Like an old "Ford" truck Now a good clean fight for me is just fine But when a buddy pulls somethin' from his belt line ... Things go from bad to worse when a gun gets drawn Well, I had a good time but I think I'm about to ease along 'Cause a pistol grip ain't supposed to mix with a gut full of alcohol That ol' right hand will go to shakin' wantin' to kill 'em all So waiter keep the tip, I'm about to split before somebody drops the ball Hey, I had a good time but I think I'm about to ease along Think I'm about to ease along Think I'm about to ease along Now i've been coming to this ol' honkytonk for awhile Country boys talking noise just to make them girls smile We relax kick back and maybe have a few shots Playing the country juke box whether you like it or not There ain't a damn thing wrong with friends and eight ball fool 'Til this stranger in the corner started acting a fool The little city slicker couldn't handle his liquor Started talking about the country folks, so y'all go figure I mean it happened all so fast he couldn't figure it out He couldn't get the taste of Georgia boot up out his mouth The little sissy in a cowboy hat that ain't real You ask "what happened?" Now he's nappin' from The Lac boys sleeper Feel, somebody better get him 'cause he don't belong And I ain't going back to jail so i'm goin to ease along 'Cause a pistol grip ain't supposed to mix with a gut full of alcohol That ol' right hand will go to shakin' wanting to kill 'em all So waiter keep the tip, I'm about to split before somebody drops the ball Hey, I had a good time but I think I'm about to ease along Think I'm about to ease along Think I'm about to ease along