歌词
Honey, when I cross that old border line
My Chevrolet be running fine
I'll have a six-pack and a fifth of sour mash
And I will see you one more time
And I will see you
Honey, when I put my Panama hat
We go to the bar, yeah, you know where it's at
And we gonna sit right down in the corner by the fan
Honey, you be talking to your man
Honey, you be talking
Honey, when I put my sunglasses on
And I trim my goatee
Yes, I already told you I'll bring a reefer and a bottle of milk
Honey, you be running around with me
Honey, you be running
I can't wait 'til I reach your gate
Dresses that you wear so fine
Your pretty ankles wrapped in sandals' straps
Your slender hips on the move
Your slender hips on the move
Honey, when I put my Hawaiian shirt
The one with the parrots and the blue canoes on it
The bartender already knows that we'll have two gin slows
And he knows we whistle in the wind
Yes, we gonna whistle
Written by: Michael Hurley
