Austin Via Dallas

A It’s a good town for a gig C But a lousy town to get paid D A Shreveport always treats me that way A Hitching rides on highway 20 C Headin’ further south D A When a black Merceded slowed way down Em7 Passenger window slid Asus Saw her face in dashboard light C G A Grabbed my guitar case and I jumped inside A She was lean and tan, dressed just right C She stomped the gas, spun the tires D Her eyes were holding back about a thousand fires A “You a performer?” she asked C Just a songwriter, I confessed D A She said, “Actually now I’m a hell of a lot more impressed.” Em7 “You see, the songwriter’s got a poet’s heart.” Asus She said with her lips tightly curled C G A “And that just melts the heart of this working girl.” A About ten miles up the road C She veered off into a rest stop track D A And parked in dark corner way out in back A In one quick move she spun around C She kissed me hard, I put up no fight G A “Songman,” she said “You’re mine tonight.” F If there be a place between heaven and hell G She took every step of the way there D A Biting lips, grinding hips and pulling hair F She was heat, animal, fire and lust G The she said “This one is on me C G Esus ‘Cause even us pros have passions we have to feed.” A I half-assed pulled myself up right C Glowing, she rocked us down the highway D Another 20 miles or so before she peeled away A “Your road to Austin is over there,” C D I let myself out, she blew me a kiss Then punched that Mercedes straight on down to Dallas Em7 Asus And through to dark, the weak moon light C G I saw her vanity plate as she sped out of sight C G A And all that license plate said was “Alice”