Round Feet, Chrome Smile

Ol’ Hank was dying, at the south end of town

Jimmy Day’s steel burned the Skyline down

Ethyl was a dime, and bullets all were real

We left Oklahoma looking to escape

just a hundred dollars and that old Plymouth V8

and them new highway gears, traveling in style

down a dirt road to Dallas, Round Feet, Chrome Smile

J.D. said park it, right here in the shade

Said wait here boy I got one bill to pay

then I seen him come running out the front door of that bank

We left for Arizona, the night a demon black

the story faded from fiction to fact

Out in the desert sunrise, traveling in style

down a dirt road to Phoenix, round feet, chrome smile

got me a job making movie sets

J.D. sold cars and he hopped beds,

until one night, somebody shot him dead

Later on I found the cash, scattered around the back

and in the moment when fiction fades to fact

I left California, traveling in style

in my brand new Coupe Deville, round feet, chrome smile

Back down that dirt road to Dallas,

Round Feet Chrome Smile.