The boys that I hang with
went down to the firebird
They sang for two hours and they played for their beers
They wrestled their demons for good friends and neighbors
They moved them to
dance
and sometimes to tea
They sang about highways,
about strippers and killers
About fingers and satin
and land plot on lakes
And songs about love and songs about barbed wire
And some people said
they were ghosts in the place
So we'd shout hallelujah and sing Jambalaya
You shoot for the moon,
you wind up amongst
the stars
Someday we'll be able
to get a good table
And ride around town
in them big shiny cars
It's no bed of roses when all a man knows is
Three chords and a dust cloud
And to find himself now
With these high powered brokers
With their lizard skin loafers And a dangerous habit
You just can't put down
So we'd shout hallelujah and sing Jambalaya
You shoot for the moon,
you wind up amongst the stars
Someday we'll be able
to get a good table And ride around town
in them big shiny cars
Ride around town
in them big
shiny cars