Jim Hogg Road © Daniel Harville 2016 All Rights Reserved
I don’t know if it’s true
It’s just the story I was told
Sitting on the tailgate of my pick-up truck
Out on Jim Hogg Road
My buddy and his cousins go noodling at night
I went once and now I testify them boys ain’t right.
They claim a flying saucer swooped right in and blocked the moon
Then it hit them with a spot light that was bright as mid-day noon
It sucked them up into the ship – in an instant they was dry
In this part of the story’s where my buddy starts to cry
They was poked and they was prodded, drew some blood and loss some skin
Then he asked if I thought making out with an alien was sin
I don’t know if it’s true
It’s just the story I was told
Sitting on the tailgate of my pick-up truck
Out on Jim Hogg Road
Ol’ Joe got him a pretty one – one of the prettiest that I’ve seen
Her accent was pure Boston though she claims from Abilene
The night he took her dancing he said they both tried to lead
And then she held his hand so tight he barely got it freed
Then she opened up his door – and then pulled out his chair
The people in the restaurant really tried hard not to stare
at Joe’s 5 o’clock shadow – then hers came in at half past two
Ol’ Joe realized that pretty thing had an Adam’s Apple too.
I don’t know if it’s true
It’s just the story I was told
Sitting on the tailgate of my pick-up truck
Out on Jim Hogg Road
There’s an old man down on Jim Hogg that don’t talk but politics
And the more I pay attention is the more that I feel sick.
“Bread & Circuses” he laments, most don’t know what that means
And dumbing us down is how D.C. Rat Bastards run them schemes.
They trample God, and family and liberty under foot
Happily they’d burn the Constitution into soot
Confiscatory taxes make us toss and turn at night
While they all line their pockets and infringe our Bill Of Rights.
I don’t know if it’s true
It’s just the story I was told
Sitting on the tailgate of my pick-up truck
Out on Jim Hogg Road