The Houston Kid

Now the Houston Kid's got a new pair of jeans

But he's got no soap, he got no washing machine

Now the Houston Kid he's feelin' tight and he's mean

And he's tryin' to figure out how his pants got clean

Well, he's doin' his wash in a tub full of whiskey

Hangin' his threads on a very thin line

Tryin' to tell the man in charge of the dryers

What a great job he's doin' fakin' sunshine

Now the Houston Kid he seems hard pressed

'Cause he hit the world naked, now he's headed back dressed

As the Houston Kid, no more and no less

If your dice fit your pocket then your pants pass the test

Well, he's doin' his wash in a tub full of whiskey

Hangin' his threads on a very thin line

Tryin' to tell the man in charge of the dryers

What a great job he's doin' fakin' sunshine

Now some say the Houston Kid is bent

But if you've got to do your wash

Then you've got to pay some rent

So the Houston Kid he just up and he went

And love could buy back the dimes that he'd spent

Well, he's doin' his wash in a tub full of whiskey

Hangin' his threads on a very thin line

Tryin' to tell the man in charge of the dryers

What a great job he's doin' fakin' sunshine