Well, I was working this joint in Dallas
To make the payment on my car
Just a weekend stand with a local band
They had me playin' rhythm guitar

Well, I was singin' some old cheatin' song
When this blue-eyed blonde came by
She said, I'm a table over in the corner
Why don't you drop around and say hi
So, I did

Well, she was dressed like a million dollars
But she was way up outta my class
She whispered into my ear, honey I hear
A honky tonk man moves fast

All of the sudden my body went numb
I had enough sense to see
That everything I еver wanted in life
Was coming to еasy for me

So I said, "Wait just a minute
Wait, just a cotton-pickin' minute"

You better not get caught in the desert
Without your snake boots on
You don't lay down on the railroad tracks
'Til after the train is gone
You don't swim out in deep water
With your pockets full of stone
You don't get caught in the desert, son
Without your snake boots on

Well, she was quicker that a boys good judgment
So, we were headed for the parkin' lot
When a guy in the band said, "Wait a minute, man
Lord, are you crazy or what?"

"Well, ole big bad Tex is her lover
And, he's terribly skilled with a knife
He's real particular 'bout who rides his horse
And, nobody fools with his wife"

So, I said, "Wait just a minute
Wait just a dang minute"

You better not get caught in the desert
Without your snake boots on
You don't lay down on the railroad tracks
'Til after the train is gone

You don't swim out in deep water
With your pockets full of stone
You don't get caught in the desert, nah
Without your snake boots on
You don't get caught in the desert, son
Without your snake boots on

Hey, watch out for that snake