Who would believe, after such a long time
I found her again and that's not just another line
A last minute scene then another
If you hit your mark, I got to tell ya brother
Yeah
It should be made into a movie
Who would believe it
It should be made into a movie
Ah you just have to see it
I gotta' confess I lost a visual thing [a measure of faith]
She had the power, follow me place to place
First a rival and then a lover
If you can shoot it, I got ta tell ya brother
Yeah, yeah
It should be made into a movie
Who would believe it
It should be made into a movie
Ah you just got to see it
It should be made into a movie
Who in their right mind, would spend hard earned money to see it
It should be made into a movie
What a scene, what a scene
It should be made into a movie
Who would believe it
You should be made into a movie
Ah you just have to see it.
Oh babe

You want to race?
If you insist.
At that price, I can't resist.
That's right, that's right, that's right.

Tonight it ain't right,
I got to have me a week.
But I'll be back for you, Jack,
and I'll let the machine speak.
That's right, that's right, that's right.

Showdown?  You bet.
And I haven't saddled my pony yet.
Have mercy, Miss Percy.
I done put the coon tune on this bet.
That's right, that's right, that's right.

High class Slim came floatin' in
down from the county line.
Just gettin' right on Saturday night,
ridin' with some friends of mine.
They invited me just to come and see
just what was on their minds
and then I took my first long look
at the Master of Sparks on high.

In the back of Jimmy's Mack
stood a round steel cage
welded into shape by Slim,
made out of sucker gauge.
How fine, they cried, now with you inside,
strapped in there safe and sound.
I thought, my-o-my, how the sparks will fly
if that thing ever hit the ground.

Slim was so pleased when I had eased
into his trap of death.
He had slammed the door but I said no more
and I thought I'd breathed my last breath.
We was out in the sticks down Highway Six
and the crowd was just about right.
The speed was too, so out I flew
like a stick of rollin' dynamite.

When I hit the ground you could hear the sound
and see the sparks a country mile.
End over end I began to spin
but the ball started runnin' wild.
But it was too late as I met my fate
and the ball started gettin' hot.
But through the sparks and the flame I knew that the claim
of the Master of Sparks was gone.

If you're down in Acuna and you ain't up to being alone
don't spend all your money on just any honey that's grown.
Go find the Mexican blackbird and send all your troubles back home.

They all call her her "puta" 'cause no one really knows her name.
She works the cantina, dancin' and a-lovin's her trade.
Her mama was Mez'can and her daddy was the ace of spades.

Oh, let's drive that old Chrysler down to Mexico, boy.
Said, keep your hands on the wheel there.
Oh, it sure is fine, ain't it?
Now, ya got it! Hand me another one of them brews from back there.
Oh, this is gonna be so good.

Mm, she's hot as a pepper but smooth as a Mexican brew.
So head for the border and put in an order or two.
The wings of the blackbird will spread like an eagle for you.

Oh, one more time,
can you roll me another Bull Durham, please?
Can't you do it with one hand, boy?

When I hear that Santa Fe start blowin'
I wonder where it's been and where it's goin'.

I tell you, boy, every time
the feelin' sure is fine.
Just move me on down the line,
just move me on down the line.

Then I heard Red Rooster start his crowin'
around the curve that cloud of smoke was blowin'.

I tell you, boy, every time
the feelin' sure is fine.
Just move me on down the line,
just move me on down the line.

I'll be where the big wheels keep on turnin'
and the diesel drivers keep them engines burnin'.

I tell you, boy, every time
the feelin' sure is fine.
Just move me on down the line,
just move me on down the line.

Move me on down the line, move me on down.
Move me on down the line, move me on down.
(repeat & fade)

You know I'm wild about you, baby,
been keepin' me from my sleep at night.
You know I'm hung up on you, little doll,
you just don't treat your daddy right.

You know you crazy when you get drunks, you be talkin' all out your head.
You're acting mighty strange about me, sayin' those things you said.
I'm just wild about you, baby,
been keepin' me from my sleeps at night.
You know I'm hung up on you, little darlin',
you just don't treat your daddy right, oh yeah.

D'ya know I came home last night and I looked down on the floor,
I saw a fine pair of alligators, somethin' I never had before.
But I'm wild about you, baby,
been keepin' me from my sleeps at night.
You know I'm hung up on you, little darlin',
you just don't treat your daddy right.

Said, now honey if you don't stop messin' round with me,
try'n to make me out a dumbbell, somethin' I ain't never gonna be.
I'm still wild about you, baby,
you been keepin' me from my sleeps at night.
You know I'm hung up on you, little doll,
but you just don't treat your daddy right.

I'm shufflin' thru the Texas sand,
but my head's in Mississippi.
I'm shufflin' thru the Texas sand,
but my head's in Mississippi.
The blues has got a hold of me.
I believe I'm gettin' dizzy.    (Spoken: Help me now.)

I keep thinkin' 'bout that night in Memphis,
Lord, I thought I was in Heaven.
I keep thinkin' 'bout that night in Memphis,
I thought I was in Heaven.
But I was stumblin' thru the parking lot
of an invisible seven eleven.   (Spoken: What was I doin out there?)

Where's my head baby?
Somewhere in Mississippi.

Last night I saw a cowgirl.
She was floatin' across the ceiling.
And last night I saw a naked cowgirl.
She was floatin' across the ceiling.
She was mumblin to some howlin' wolf
about some voodoo healin'.    (Spoken: Mmm Baby.)

I have to go to my parole-boy
To remember just who I am
One thing else I don't enjoy is
Forgetting her monogram
She electrifies my physical mass
She really turns me on

My mind is gone
My mind is gone

She quite simply wrecks me
She just tears me apart
She screws me up and skewers me
She made it quite an art
She guts me like a hollow-point
She really turns me on

My mind is gone
My mind is gone

Yeah, Billy
I know what you mean

It's the smell of the dress
That made my mind a mess
It's her chokin' throat
Really gets my goat-tee and amen
Yes, indeed
She makes my head and heart bleed
Been so long since I knocked some off

My mind is gone
My mind is gone
My mind is gone
My mind is gone

Tell me about it