Here I am on the fender
of my pickup truck
With a bottle of whiskey
and a styrofoam cup
The stars are like diamonds
God, ain't it hot?
Sittin out in this oyster shell parking lot
Well the music is playing
soft in the night
And the shadows are swaying
in the floursescent light
But the last note is fading
a moment too soon
It's the last dance
at the Old Texas Moon
There ain't nothing to do
in this one horse town
'Cept drinking beer
and driving around
Well, they've all moved to Dallas
all except me
God help a cowboy when he turns 33
Repeat Chorus
Recorded by Bobby Bare
Lyrics transcribed by
Thursday Night Painting Club
of my pickup truck
With a bottle of whiskey
and a styrofoam cup
The stars are like diamonds
God, ain't it hot?
Sittin out in this oyster shell parking lot
Well the music is playing
soft in the night
And the shadows are swaying
in the floursescent light
But the last note is fading
a moment too soon
It's the last dance
at the Old Texas Moon
There ain't nothing to do
in this one horse town
'Cept drinking beer
and driving around
Well, they've all moved to Dallas
all except me
God help a cowboy when he turns 33
Repeat Chorus
Recorded by Bobby Bare
Lyrics transcribed by
Thursday Night Painting Club