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Monahans Lyrics - Singles - Kevin Higgins

At the Dairy Queen one summer 

in a far West Texas town, 

the girl was all of sixteen, 

but she was woman pound for pound. 

 

Slippin' dollars in the jukebox, 

playing ZZ Top and Merle, 

sippin' lemon Dr. Peppers 

with my sweet West Texas girl. 

 

We'd step out into the desert sun and curse where we came from, 

then we'd ride to the Rio Grande and try our hands at love. 

 

The more I think about it, the less I understand. 

Grab a hold of something good, 

it'll slip right through your hands. 

Will you catch me if I fall? 

Or will you sit and watch me crawl, 

through fire and the burning sand 

all the way to Monahans? 

 

Them rich boys from the Westside 

drive their brand new shiny cars, 

I can't blame them sons-of-bitches, they was raised to make life hard 

on us sons of honest working-men, 

the one's that grease the wheels. 

She hitched a ride to the cheatin' side 

on a brokered sweetheart deal. 

 

I saw her cruisin' down at the crossroads, 

she was laughing as she waved. 

I went down to the Rio Grande 

with a six-pack and my twelve gauge. 

 

The more I think about it, the less I understand. 

Grab a hold of something good 

and it'll slip right through your hands. 

Will you catch me if I fall? 

Or will you sit and watch me crawl 

through fire and the burning sand 

all the way to Monahans? 

 

It's the same old scene at the Dairy Queen 

in a far West Texas town. 

There's a girl all of eighteen, 

but you could tell she'd been around. 

 

She was huggin' on her boyfriend 

while she was giving me the eye, 

then she slid past my table, said, 

"Honey, I can make you smile." 

 

Her boyfriend pulled a knife on me, said, 

"Don't go messin' with my girl." 

I said, "You tend to your own business, son, 

I'm listening to Merle." 

 

The less I think about it, the more I understand. 

Grab a hold of something good, 

it'll slip right through your hands 

Who will catch me if I fall? 

Who will sit and watch me crawl 

through fire and the burning sand 

all the way to Monahans? 

 

Throw your heart into a black sedan 

and drive it all the way to Monahans. 

 

On to Midland... and Big Spring... Abilene... Weatherford... 

all the way to Fort Worth. 

Are you remember?



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