Visqueen - Houston Lyrics

You buy her everything

A bracelet diamond ring

A tennis date with brad and kelly

But she fudged on the card, down cowboy boulevard

The rodeo's in town and selling



Your money's in the trade

A fortune to be made

A dream that you will soon wake up from



Houston feels so low



Her calves against the bar

Housekeeper took the car

And pool house rules can't keep your cloths on

The ranch house rattlesnakes will pray you soul to take

Black cadillac with white-walled wheels on



The saddle sores are real, more cactus fruit to peel

As san antone feels yellow rosy



Houston feels so low



The bulk of his estate

Is sifted through probate

Iced relatives talk over bourbon

The benefactor falls

A hidden mistress calls

As grandmother adjusts her turban



Last will and testament

To leave in the event

I hit the lights on grand old opry



Houston feels so low