I'll make this story short, quick from start to end
Met her in a bar one night, introduced to me by a friend
It was my night job, clearing bottles and busting heads
I was in uniform,boots,jeans, cowboy hat and OUTLAW shirt of red
I recall well what I was doing, but not exactly what was said
I was fixing a punching bag machine while a buddy watched over me
Because wearing a red shirt in a room full of drunken bulls is not the safest place to be
Soon a girl I knew walked up and introduced me to her friend
Well I looked up from under that Resistol hat, and
knew nothing would ever be the same again
I know I promised a short story,and I should move this one along
But it gets a little tough to talk about from here, and where it all went wrong
You see I had plans to spend our lives together, and walk off into the sunset hand in hand
But now I see it was not to be
I was just a 10,768 night stand
