Tom Catmull: music and lyrics

He spent a life time of leavin' well enough alone
fate had served him well and sat him right next to the rose of san antone
she threw the highballs back like a sailor on short leave
said to a slow pour "Don't be short shottin me tonight, Im beggin darlin, please!"

some folks give it away like a precedin' reputation
some folks drop it like a yo yo and wind it on up with a grin
sometimes african drums beat out bullshit dissertation
to pull you in
to pull you in

she caught his eye with a dress too short for mama's knee
she caught him lookin away too late for a stranger and too late for polite company
the first set begins, a gently push, a gentle shove
a gentle word to the wide-eyed stranger would be too late, he's fallen in love

CHORUS

a hill country mornin's like the warmth of gods right hand
touchin a trailer park and settin the price on the soul and the worth of a man
some people groom for love like its a one time here and gone
some get the knife, some get the gun, some get the rose of san antone