Texty piesní Drive-By Truckers

Drive-By Truckers

Go-Go Boots

He packed a big-ass church out near Rogersville

He drove the Cadillac she drove the Oldsmobile

Every Friday he shacked up with his mistress

Doing things that he'd never do with the Mrs.

Who was back at home cooking dinner for him

They had a son who never had the calling

He went all over town drinking and balling

Got some girl pregnant when he was still a teen

Working at McDonalds and pumping gasoline

Driving that Camaro fast with all his friends

Daddy's been preaching the word ever since he was twelve

All about a merciful savior and the fires of hell

I know he meant it, so what's a little straying

He got everybody singing and a praying

"That devil better not come back down here again"

Missy wore them go-go boots; it did something for him

Made him think his wife back home was homely and boring

He met these guys who didn't mind getting dirty

He was a pillar and his alibi was sturdy

It only took a little bit of cash and the deed was done

Stained glass windows, Jesus looking down

Organs playing music to the middle aged crowd

His wife's in the ground the devil's in his head

Them go-go boots are underneath the bed

But it's a small town and word gets around

Gossip is a flying and his son starts to thinking

He see's his Daddy's new wife driving around in a Lincoln

There's a lot he'd like to ask if he could get the chance

But he's scared he might have to kill the old man

He wonders what the Lord will say when he weighs it all out

It's a small town. Go-Go Boots.