Ragtop plymouth, Alabama plates Friday night, no one's got a date Spinnin' on the curves, temptin' fate Wishin' we were twenty one I look at Billy, he looks at me And we burn rubber down route fourteen And pull in beneath the sign that reads
Catfish, beer and bait Gatorade and moonpies Next gas twenty-five miles Sittin' at the counter Me and Billy Jones Haggard on the Philco dial Watchin' Caroline Don'tcha know she looks fine Stirrin' up the chili pot The world waited at the door Of Uncle Hickory's General Store
Now, Billy winks at Caroline Says I like my women on the older side She leans real close and says "Honey Child" Come on back in a year or two And then her boyfriend comes And he looks real mean And we swagger out in our best James Dean And in the rear view we can see
Catfish, beer and bait Gatorade and moonpies Next gas twenty-five miles Sittin' at the counter Me and Billy Jones Haggard on the Philco dial Watchin' Caroline Don'tcha know she looks fine Stirrin' up the chili pot The world waited at the door Of Uncle Hickory's General Store
Every year about Christmas time I get a card from Billy and Caroline And it takes me back in time to...
Catfish, beer and bait Gatorade and moonpies Next gas twenty-five miles Sittin' at the counter Me and Billy Jones Haggard on the Philco dial Watchin' Caroline Don'tcha know she looks fine Stirrin' up the chili pot The world waited at the door Of Uncle Hickory's General Store
Yeah the world waited at the door Of Uncle Hickory's General Store
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