Jr. P. Jones

Lyrics

[Verse 1] He was raised in a Texas tavern A-with a six pack in his hand Lord, he roamed all around Pasadena Until he joined that traveling band [Verse 2] Now he's head, head of transportation He sells them books and them records every night If anyone says they don't like our music Well, Jr. P., they're gonna have to fight [Verse 3] He used to be a rodeo clown 'Til an old bull stomped him in the ground He still remembers the people clapping their hands Now he quit thе bulls and he loves our band [Verse 4] Ernest Tubb was his hеro Judy Ville, Lord, Lord, was his gal Drinking beer, well that's his past time And Miller Lite is his pal [Verse 5] When you see a long tall cowboy A couple of breaks a-mending in his bones You can bet your bottom dollar What you see is Jr. P. Jones [Outro] Now this is my song about our driver And his name is Jr. P. Jones