I filled up, maxed out, discovered, bought a can of snuff, dropped in for the cover,had 15 bucks to drink down my supper, I was broke, boy, and she walked in the door, lookinglike a million, never seen her before, but man, I had a feeling she's a kind, if youswing and miss it, it'll leave your heart broke, boy, funny what you do when you gotnothing to lose, so I counted to three, eased on up and said,My truck is parked in the parking lot, in the backseat's a half-full rack of beer,I got a spot to stop and watch a star drop, what you say we get there and the hell outtahere, then it's turned into an all-night kiss on the top of a drop-down gate, man, I couldn'thelp but think to myself, damn son, you've got some pretty good game for a broke boy,boy, whiskey in your coke, boy, broke, boy, broke, got some pretty good game for a brokeboy, broke, boy, funny like a joke, boy, broke, boy, broke, boy, broke, broke, broke, broke,we woke up to the heat of that summer, and that one night turned into two hundred, nowshe tells me that she loves me right before she goes to bed, and she wouldn't be sayingthat if I'd never said,My truck,my truck is parked in the parking lot, in the backseat's a half-full rack of beer, Igot a spot to stop and watch a star drop, what you say we get there and the hell outtahere, then it's turned into an all-night kiss on the top of a drop-down gate, man, I couldn'thelp but think to myself, damn son, you've got some pretty good game for a broke boy,broke boy,whiskey in your coke, boy, shootin' your shot like a forty-five colt For a Mississipiqueen that deserves it all Would've thought a ride on the Monte honey'dever fall for a broke boy,broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy,My truck was parked in the parking lot, in the front, in the backseat's a half-full rack of beer,Parking lot, every one of them backseat beers got drankI didn't have a dime to my last nameOh, but she took mine and I got the Lord to thankThat a yes turned into an all-night kissOn the top of a drop-tip gameMan, I couldn't help but thank to myselfAnd son, you've got some pretty good gameFor a broke boy, broke boy, whiskey in your coat, boyLooking back now, kind of funny like a joke, boyMississippi queen that deserves it allWho'd have thought a ride on the money, honeyNever fall for a broke boyA ride on the money, honeyNever fall for a broke boy*