Mad Cowboy Disease

Oh yeah, here we go man
 This little lady down in Texas, tight tank top and a tan
 Rockin' three religion bridges, drinkin' beer in a can
 She was too hot to two-step, I was too dumb just to leave her alone
 But I made up my mind and I felt a fever comin' on
 Kinda gettin' hotter
 Yeah, my knuckles turned white, my neck turned red
 My one good eye rode straight back in my head
 Makes a Texas tornado seem like a cool breeze
 I can feel it comin' over me mad cowboy disease, oh yeah
 Well, I was one line away from scoring a win
 But I was two shots shy of three sheets to the wind
 Must've drank a hundred dollars
 Sittin' there just tryin' to work up the nerve
 Well one more here for my jitters then I'll stagger reaching over to her
 I really couldn't walk that good
 Oh, excuse me there kinda drippin' all over myself
 Oh, Lordy, oh boy, here we go again
 Talking like Mel Tillis I said what's your name
 She said you ain't no player boy and I ain't no good for the game
 You're kind of cute but when you're feelin' better give me a call
 And with her black eye liner she wrote her number on my tremblin' palm
 Yeah, my knees started shakin', I was breakin' out a sweat
 Tryin' to memorize her number 'cause my hand was gettin' wet
 I was showing the symptoms looking for a remedy
 I can feel it coming over me, mad cowboy disease
 Oh, I got the mad cowboy disease, little hoof in the mouth
 Makes your tongue hand out all the way to the floor
 Down on my hands and knees, beggin' like a hungry dog
 What do you mean get off my knees?
 I kinda like it down here, does anybody got a leash?
 I'm startin' to get a little rabid, you know what I mean?