Houston Kid

[Verse 1] 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 feeling tight and he’s mean And he’s trying to figure out how his pants got clean [Chorus] Well, he’s doing his wash in a tub full of whiskey Hanging his threads on a very thin line Trying to tell the man in charge of the dryers What a great job he’s doing faking sunshine [Verse 2] Now the Houston Kid he seems hard pressed Because 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus]