Song Description
Girl snakin' (sneaking) around the bar
| Song Length |
4:00 |
Genre |
Country - Rock |
| Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Cheerful |
| Subject |
Happiness |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
SNAKIN' AROUND
Music and lyrics by Ken Buchanan, (c) 2004
Contact: ken@kbsongs.com
Web: www.kbsongs.com
Hey partner I think ya might wanna know
Junior?s woman now she ain?t meant for any of you young city folk
You see late last night after Junior ducked out
She came in snakin? about
She was moving just as smooth as she could go
She was snakin? around the bar the night before
Sliding ?neath them neon?s, ?tweenst the sawdust on the floor
She slithered on over ?cross a dusty trail
Ole Trapper Joe figured ?Say what the hell!?
I caught her snakin? with him out the door (Whoa! She was gone!)
You see partner, Joe?s not the only prey for her pain
Junior?s woman she sure must be a little wild and hard to tame
With those snakeskin boots and leather shine
A shaky little rattle behind
Son she done shed his ball and chain
?Cause she was snakin? around the bar the week before
Sliding ?neath them neon?s, ?tweenst the sawdust on the floor
She slithered on over and let out a hiss
My cousin Skeeter sure, he sure was a liking this
I caught her snakin? with him out the door
She was snakin? around the bar the month before
Sliding ?neath them neon?s, ?tweenst the sawdust on the floor
She slithered on over a lady down on luck
My buddy Cooter had a pick her up truck
I caught her snakin? with him out the door
Now pardon her son she?s makin? a move
My buddy Bubba thinks he?s in the groove
She?s a snakin? with him out the door
And another thing she?s my cousin, so I best not see you no more
Don?t let me catcha-catcha snakin? with her going out that door
Hey, later partner. Ole Junior don?t need none of you city slickers meddling in his affairs.
Ain?t nothing us country boys can?t take care of.
Hey Joe, where?s Skeeter? Skeeter, get your hide over here. What you thinking cuz?
Oh never mind. Cooter, get these boys saddled up to the bar, Skeeter?s getting the first round.
I better wake ole Junior before the town?s people start talking again.
Hey, Lucy Lou, get outa Bubba?s truck. We need to talk.
And Bubba, what in the hell did I tell you?
Oh you better start running. You better start running ?cause I?m a gonna getcha. I?m gonna getcha.
Whoa! Bubba?s got some wheels. Look at Bubba go.
Watch out for that bear trap! Oooh, that?s gonna hurt ?
Whoa! Yee-haa!