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I rode the bus to Shreveport When I was 12 years old My uncle Randy and his friend Hank Were going to the ZZ Top show Hirsch coliseum, man I couldn't wait The worst sounding arena In the whole United States I was riding in the backseat We were in Randy's Pinto Goin' down Hearne Avenue We made a brief stop at a liquor store They asked me what do you want Well, I'd never drunk before So they brought me a bottle of yellow wine I just stared at it on the floorboard Parked at the fairgrounds People were drinking, getting high I lifted up that old blue nun And tasted all she had to tell me Ticket stub in my pocket We got in before the lights went down Already there were rednecks and hippies Passed out on the ground And the little band from Texas Played it loud and like they should Stranger sitting next to me Smoking something smelling good He held it out for me to take Like a dare - I didn't know If I should, if I could, so I just said no We stopped for a burger on the way back home A McDonald's packed with late night refugees Drunk and stoned Laughing over a big Mac Everything was funny to me Outside I saw them waiting For Hank, Randy, and me Latino boys in black leather All just standing there Said Hank had broke in line In front of one of theirs One guy punched him in the face Two others tried to pin him down Hank turned and ran back inside They followed him right behind Jumped the counter knocking trays Of food on to the floor The crewcut manager dude Just yelled "take it back out the door" Hank ran back toward the car But they caught him and held him over the hood Under an oblivious starry sky They were beating that boy but good Randy tried to talk to them With reason and common sense It was about like a de-clawed cat Trying to climb a razor-wire fence Blood sprayed over the white hood Hank was passing out Randy pushed me back in the car, said Don't look up, don't get out He reached down under the seat, Pulled a black pistol out the dark Said "don't you tell nobody, Don't you ever say a word" Randy laid that .38 Across the roof of the car Said "everybody better get back, And let my man go" I was crouched down on the floorboard, Low as I could pray Seen a empty beer can under the seat And a book on the KKK Don't tell - whatcha done Don't tell - anyone Don't tell Don't tell - whatcha done Don't tell - about the gun Don't tell Don't tell For the last time, don't tell |