Letra de Lubbock County

I may have cast the wrong spell
They tell me I forgot my name
Woke up in Lubbock County counting out some cushion change
A kid slid me a cool slug of vodka from his frying pan
He said, “I hate to bear the bad news but the fly is open on your pants”
O, I’ll tell you the truth
O, I’ll tell you the truth
I’m a liar
But my zipper wasn’t open and everybody had a belly laugh
Oh, I’ll tell you the truth
I’m a liar