Standard (EADGBE)

Well I'm drivin' to New Orleans on a half a tank of gas

Got a Jesus on the dashboard got a third wife on my ass

They don't think I'm gonna make it, but I swear I think I can

In that Red Ball Texas Flyer I'm a Red Ball Texas Man

Well I left fifteen this mornin' just about the break of day

Sixteen minutes and a bowl of chili, I'm bound to find my way

If I got to actin' gorgeous then they'll know just who I am

In that Red Ball Texas Flyer I'm a Red Ball Texas Man

Fiddle solo

Well in bunky Louisiana there's a redhead made the stand

With a pistol full of nickels and a razor in her hand

She said "I'm gonna cut you boy from appetite to thirst"

I said "Hold on pretty pinto, better cut the mustard first"

Well I rode her in the parkin' lot I rode her in the green

I rode her till the sheriff came and then it got obscene

Oh we jumped the bail to midnight she said "Honey you like a grand"

In that Red Ball Texas Flyer I'm a Red Ball Texas Man

Fiddle solo

Oh we got down to New Orleans down beside the Hotel Reef

Were we found out we were different than we ever thought we'd be

At the court of the Seven Sisters I was prowlin' the settin' sun

Opened up the Red Ball Flyer and moved in with everyone

Fiddle solo