The Hammock Papers: Joshua Ray Walker, "Three Strikes"

09 April 2022

Joshua Ray Walker, "Three Strikes"

Pass the bottle gotta top off my Big Gulp

Hit the throttle bet you can't make this thing jump

Never left all four wheels in that LTD

Cleared the tracks, but wrapped it 'round the old oak tree

'Cause it's once, twice, three strikes a felony

If I keep on messing around, this drinking will get the best of me

It's once, twice, three strikes a felony

Who knows if my luck runs out, I guess we'll have to wait and see ...

Ditch Kurtz, steel ...

Thanks to the Sanford Lake Bar & Grill for this cultural exposure.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...: Destined for the country music hall of fame…..
The guitar looks so small…. Because he is so big.; April 11, 2022 at 7:06 AM

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