Lyrics

Time, Tequila and Lime

The Stampford Round-Up, you know how hot that is!
I drawled an ole? bronc his name was ?Gee-Whiz?
He was acting real good, standing quiet in the chute
In my mind I was already counting the loot!
When they opened that gate I was on my own
Then bells started ringing like a telephone
Next thing I remember was that light in my face
Getting stitches in places I didn?t know I had a place

Chorus:
My friends said; you could get the cure
Down at the honky-tonk pharmacy
Hey, its tried and true F.D.A. approved
And it only takes two or three
It?ll make a bullet in the gut
Feel like a paper cut
You?ve seen it in the western movies
A little TIME, TEQUILA AND LIME
Will take care of your miseries

She was pretty, I mean so pretty it hurt
And I must have been dumber than dirt
Everything perfect, all our ducks in a row
It would take a perfect fool to let all of that go
When she closed the door, I was on my own
Just me and my disconnected telephone
I remember thinkin? this is so insane,
I ain?t bleedin? this time, but there?s a lot more pain

Chorus:
My friends said; you could get the cure
Down at the honky-tonk pharmacy
Hey, its tried and true F.D.A. approved
And it only takes two or three
It?ll make a bullet in the gut
Feel like a paper cut
You?ve seen it in the western movies
A little TIME, TEQUILA AND LIME
Will take care of your miseries

Too much medication has the opposite effect,
Instead of feeling good you?ll feel wrecked!
Don?t operate machinery, don?t drive your car
A little bit more and you may forget where you are
When you open that bottle you?re on your own
Be sure to save some quarters for the telephone
Just hold that shot glass up to your ear
You?ll hear Poncho Villa?s whole gang laughing
LOUD AND CLEAR

Chorus:
My friends said; you could get the cure
Down at the honky-tonk pharmacy
Hey, its tried and true F.D.A. approved
And it only takes two or three
It?ll make a bullet in the gut
Feel like a paper cut
You?ve seen it in the western movies
A little TIME, TEQUILA AND LIME, will take care of your miseries