Mad Cowboy Disease

Oh yeah, here we go man This little lady down in Texas, tight tank top and a tan Rockin' three religion bridges, drinkin' beer in a can She was too hot to two-step, I was too dumb just to leave her alone But I made up my mind and I felt a fever comin' on Kinda gettin' hotter Yeah, my knuckles turned white, my neck turned red My one good eye rode straight back in my head Makes a Texas tornado seem like a cool breeze I can feel it comin' over me mad cowboy disease, oh yeah Well, I was one line away from scoring a win But I was two shots shy of three sheets to the wind Must've drank a hundred dollars Sittin' there just tryin' to work up the nerve Well one more here for my jitters then I'll stagger reaching over to her I really couldn't walk that good Oh, excuse me there kinda drippin' all over myself Oh, Lordy, oh boy, here we go again Talking like Mel Tillis I said what's your name She said you ain't no player boy and I ain't no good for the game You're kind of cute but when you're feelin' better give me a call And with her black eye liner she wrote her number on my tremblin' palm Yeah, my knees started shakin', I was breakin' out a sweat Tryin' to memorize her number 'cause my hand was gettin' wet I was showing the symptoms looking for a remedy I can feel it coming over me, mad cowboy disease Oh, I got the mad cowboy disease, little hoof in the mouth Makes your tongue hand out all the way to the floor Down on my hands and knees, beggin' like a hungry dog What do you mean get off my knees? I kinda like it down here, does anybody got a leash? I'm startin' to get a little rabid, you know what I mean?