(Red Steagall)

 

Looks everywhere I go always get myself in trouble

'Cause the girls I pick on ain't the saintest kind

And I wind up running barefoot through everything but clover

'Cause the neck I value most of all is mine.



That's why I left the blue shirt hanging on the bed post in Seattle

My Levi's float on San Francisco Bay

And I left the Stetson hanging in the hallway down in Dallas

And a dozen pairs of boots along the way.



Now Betty was a sweet thing I was courtin' in Seattle

She swore to me she was nobody's wife

So how was I to know she had a friend big as Dallas

And I traded one good shirt for one good life.



That's why I left the blue shirt hanging on the bed post in Seattle

My Levi's float on San Francisco Bay

And I left the Stetson hanging in the hallway down in Dallas

And a dozen pairs of boots along the way.



--- Instrumental ---



Now Susie had a big yacht we anchored in the harbor

She swore she was alone at least today

But when he climbed aboard I swam for shore praying I could get there

Lost the Levi's while I made my get-a-way.



That's why I left the blue shirt hanging on the bed post in Seattle

My Levi's float on San Francisco Bay

And I left the Stetson hanging in the hallway down in Dallas

And a dozen pairs of boots along the way.



That's why I left the blue shirt hanging on the bed post in Seattle

My Levi's float on San Francisco Bay

And I left the Stetson hanging in the hallway down in Dallas

And a dozen pairs of boots along the way...