Stripe On A Nine Ball

[Verse 1] It was hotter than hell in the old no hotel motel No women and no swimming pool I couldn’t find a honey and damned it weren’t funny To wake up alone with a fool Beneath the shade I saw a pretty young maid                                       She had mop and pail and broom She said you bad blues singer I’m a bad news bringer And ir’s time to untangle your room [Chorus] Her jeans were as tight as a stripe on a nine ball Lips were as full as a big yellow moon      She makes all of her bread by making a bed While I’m busy making up tunes [Verse 2] The manager called and he said checkout is eleven And your twenty-four hours overdue     I placed a star by your name and it don’t stand for fame    It means the sheriff will be calling on you Heard a knock at the door and my boots hit the floor Had my guitar and my grass in my hand I heard the shotgun crescendo as I crashed through the window It sounded louder than a marching brass band [Chorus] Her jeans were as tight as a stripe on a nine ball Lips were as full as a big yellow moon      She makes all of her bread by making a bed While I’m busy making up tunes [Verse 3] Well I sold me a song to a big star in Nashville His agent just called me today and he said its number one you lucky son of a gun    and you got riches coming your way But I’m a low life with no wife just a no show hobo Ever listenin’ to the whistlin’ freight train And if I find me some riches I’ll be like the other sons-a-bitches Taking all the pleasure and leaving nothing but fame [Chorus] Her jeans were as tight as a stripe on a nine ball Lips were as full as a big yellow moon      She makes all of her bread by making a bed While I’m busy making up tunes