E
Well I'm drivin' to New Orleans on a half a tank of gas
     B
Got a Jesus on the dashboard got a third wife on my ass
          E                            A
They don't think I'm gonna make it, but I swear I think I can
       E                        B            E
In that Red Ball Texas Flyer I'm a Red Ball Texas Man

E
Well I left Big D this mornin' just about the break of day
       B
Sixteen bennies and a bowl of chili, I'm bound to find my way
    E                                 A
If I got to Nacogdoches then they'll know just who I am
       E                        B            E
In that Red Ball Texas Flyer I'm a Red Ball Texas Man

Fiddle Solo:
A E F#m B (Repeat) E

E
Well in funky Louisiana little redhead made her stand
      B
With a fist-load full of nickels and a razor in her hand
         E                        A
She said "Tex, I'm gonna cut you boy from appetite to thirst"
       E                   B                    E
I said "Hold on pretty pinto, better cut the mustard first"

E       
Well I rolled her in the parkin' lot I rolled her in the green
 B
I rolled her till the sheriff came and then it got obscene
     E                                   A
Oh we jumped the bail at midnight she said "Honey, ain't life grand?"
       E                        B            E
In that Red Ball Texas Flyer I'm a Red Ball Texas Man

Fiddle Solo:
A E F#m B (Repeat) E

E
Oh we got down to New Orleans down beside the Vieux Carre
       B
Were we found out we were different than we ever thought we'd be
      E                              A
At the court of the Seven Sisters I was crownded the seventh son
      E                             B          E
Opened up the Red Ball Flyer and moved in with everyone