Them Texas boys, they like their Mickey Gilley
Yeah, and they been known to get plum hillbilly
One ol' cowboy, you know he threatened to kill me
So, all night long we played Waylon and Willie
We're just lookin' for a little fun
When it comes to trouble, we don't want for none
We carry guitars and a couple of guns
And we sing our songs 'til the morning comes
Well, my baby, yeah, she crazy
She's my moonshine
Yeah, my baby, yeah, she crazy
But she's my moonshine
Them Southside boys, you know they thought they could take us
Now they buried deep somewhere down 'round Pecos
The border patrol never gave no hassle
'Cause I'm the King of Texas, Saint of El Paso
We're just lookin' for a little fun
When it comes to trouble, we don't want for none
We carry guitars and a couple of guns
And we sing our songs 'til the morning comes
Well, my baby, yeah, she crazy
She's my moonshine
Yeah, my baby, yeah, she crazy
But she's my moonshine
Yeah, my baby, my sweet baby
She's my moonshine
Yeah, my baby, Lord, she crazy
She's my moonshine
Well, my baby, yeah, she crazy
She's my moonshine
Yeah, my baby, yeah, she crazy
But she's my moonshine
Well, my baby, yeah, she crazy
She's my moonshine
Yeah, my baby, yeah, she crazy
But she's my moonshine
