Hermann Lammers Meyer - The Good Old Days Lyrics

It`s beer bust night in Houston,Texas, down at the Diamond Head
That wet t-shirt show ain`t very far
Clay Blaker`s Honky Tonkin` Band get`s hot and party`s all night long ( parties) ??
This Lone Star pitcher I am holdin` tight turns me on to crazy thoughts
`bout Redneck Mothers and pick up trucks and a Ray Wylie Hubbard song

Pillow dream me back to Houston, to the Good Old Days
It`s a long way to float, but it will go
In the morning my hangover`ll prove, hey I was right
This ol` dream took me back to Houston

I watch the little ol`ladies shootin`pool in skin tight jeans
While the boys tune up their fiddles for the show
And Johnny Bush lends all his magic to the Whiskey River
What would I give to stand up there with him
And I don`t care if it`s closing time, cause my mind is somewhere in the air
Thinkin `bout Redneck Mothers and shuffle to Ernest Tubb

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Pillow dream me back to Houston, to the Good Old Days
It`s a long way to float from overseas
In the morning my hangover `ll prove, I was dang damn right
This ol` dream took me back to Houston
This ol` dream took me back to Houston