Under the skies of old Big D he works a nine-to-five

Bending steel and driving nails by phone in a suit and tie

He fights traffic in his Mercedes to put on his cowboy boots

Then he climbs on board his pickup truck and barrels on out of the chute

Dallas days and Fort Worth nights

All day long he sets his sights on ice cold beer and neon lights

From sky high beams to bucking machines he's a single man with a double life

Dallas days and Fort Worth nights



Yeah he's headed honky tonkin' to a place they call Cowtown

He's gonna hit the floor hip-hoppin' just spinnin' when the sun goes down

He'll buy a drink for a cowgirl hopin' to quench her thirst

One that'll take him to heaven and bring him back down to earth

Dallas days and Fort Worth nights...

[ guitar - fiddle ]

Dallas days and Fort Worth nights...

All day long he sets his sights on ice cold beer and neon lights

Dallas days and Fort Worth nights

Oh Dallas days and Fort Worth nights