Well I've seen some pretty bad brawls
blacked eyes and broken jaws
If you talk loud around here
well you better be tough like an old ford truck
Now a good clean fight for me is just fine
but when somebody pulls something
From his belt line, things go from bad to worse
when a gun gets drawn
Well I had a good time, but I think I'm about to ease along

Cause a pistol ain't suppost to mix with a gut full of alcohol
That old right hand will go to shaking wanting to kill my own
So keep the tip, I'm about to split
for somebody starts a brawl
Hey I had a good time but I think I'm about to ease along
Think I'm about to ease along, think I'm about to ease along

Now I've been coming to this old honkytonk for awhile
Country boys talking noise just to make them girls smile
We relax kick back and maybe have a few shots
Playing the country juke box weither you like it or not
There ain't a damn thing wrong
with friends and eight ball fool
Till this stranger in the corner started acting a fool
The little city slicker couldn't handle his liqure

Started talking about the country folks, so ya'll go figure
I mean it happend all so fast he couldn't figure it out
He couldn't get the taste of georgia boot up out his mouth
The little sissy in a cowboy hat, that ain't real
you ask what happend
Now he's sleepin on the honky tonk floor
Somebody better get him cause he don't belong
And I ain't going back to jail so I'm goin' to ease along

Cause a pistol ain't suppost to mix with a gut full of alcohol
That old right hand will go to shaking wanting to kill my own
So you keep the tip cause I'm about to split
for somebody starts a brawl
Hey I had a good time but I think I'm about to ease along
Think I'm about to ease along, think I'm about to ease along