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letra de dixie rose deluxe's honky tonk - trent willmon

there ain’t a four-lane road within twenty-some’n miles of here.
this town ain’t got a walmart an’ never, ever will.
there’s a church an’ a fillin’ station, where you get your gas.
then there’s dixie rose deluxe’s,
honky tonk, feed store, gun shop, used car,
beer, bait, barbecue, barber shop, laundromat.

well, i stop by dixie’s half-a-dozen times a day.
i ain’t there for super-duper deals or the famous fried steak.
dixie’s daughter’s hotter than a hound on a fresh ‘c–n track.
down at dixie rose deluxe’s,
honky tonk, feed store, gun shop, used car,
beer, bait, barbecue, barber shop, laundromat.

yeah, i got four of everything in there,
buch o’ stuff that i can’t use.
hundred cans of skoal on my dashboard,
an’ i don’t even chew.
yeah, i’m there when they open,
an’ i’m there when they close.
standin’ at the check-out line,
just checkin’ out becky-jo,
down at dixie rose deluxe’s,
honky tonk, feed store, gun shop, used car,
beer, bait, barbecue, barber shop, laundromat.

she wears a nothin’-to-hide sundress that’ll make you melt.
makes a country boy think she got eyes for n-body else.
yeah, truth is, she’s got us lined up clear out the back,
of ol’ dixie rose deluxe’s,
honky tonk, feed store, gun shop, used car,
beer, bait, barbecue, barber shop, laundromat.

boss shouts out: “where you goin’?”
i tell him i’ll be right back.
i just remembered i need a dozen eggs,
an’ an ’87 cadillac.
some question my persistence;
ah, some my sanity.
but, y’all, i ain’t quittin’ till that gal is,
crazy over me,
down there at dixie rose deluxe’s,
honky tonk, feed store, gun shop, used car,
beer, bait, barbecue, barber shop, tractor parts,
eight-tracks, trampolines, tux rental, groceries,
video, post office, taxidermy, laundromat.

- trent willmon

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