James McMurtry - Choctaw Bingo Lyrics (2024)

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Strap them kids in Give 'em a little bit of vodka in a cherry co*keWe're going to Oklahoma to the family reunion for the first time in yearsIt's up at uncle Slayton's cause he's getting on in yearsYou know he no longer travels but he's still pretty spryHe's not much on talking and he's just too mean to dieAnd they'll be comin' down from KansasAnd from west ArkansasIt'll be one great big old party like you never sawUncle Slayton's got his Texan prideBack in the thickets with his Asian brideHe's got a Airstream trailer and a Holstein cow He still makes whiskey 'cause he still knows howHe plats that Choctaw bingo every Friday nightYou know he had to leave Texas but he won't say whyHe owns a quarter section up by Lake EufalaCaught a great big ol' blue cat on a driftin' jug line Sells his hardwood timber to the shipping millCooks that crystal meth because the shine don't sellHe cooks that crystal meth because the shine don't sellYou know he likes his money he don't mind the smellMy cousin Roscoe Slayton's oldest boy from his second marriage up in IllinoisHe was raised in East St. Louis by his momma's people Where they do things different Thought he'd just come on downHe was going to Dallas Texas in a semi truck called from that big McDonald'sYou know the one they built up on that great big ol' bridgeAcross the Will Rogers TurnpikeTook the Big Cabin exit stopped and bought a couple of cartons of cigarettesAt that Indian Smoke Shop with the big neon smoke ringsIn the Cherokee Nation hit Muskogee late that night Somebody ran a stoplight at the Shawnee Bypass Roscoe tried to miss 'em but he didn't quite Bob and Mae come up from little townWay down by lake Texoma where he coaches footballThey were two A champions now for two years runningBut he says they won't be this year no they won't be this yearAnd he stopped off in Tushka at that "Pop's Knife and Gun" placeBought a SKS rifle and a couple a full cases of that steel core ammoWith the berdan primers from some East bloc nation that no longer needs 'emAnd a Desert Eagle that's one great big ol' pistol I mean .50 caliber made by bad ass Hebrews And some surplus tracers for that old BAR of Slayton'sSoon as it gets dark we're gonna have us a timeWe're gonna have us a timeRuth Ann and Lynn come down from Baxter SpringsThat's one hell raisin' town way up in Southeastern KansasGot a biker bar next to the lingerie storeThat's got them Rolling Stones lips up there where everyone can see 'emAnd they burn all night you know they burn all night you know they burn all nightRuth Ann and Lynn they wear them cut off britches and those skinny little haltersAnd they're second cousins to meMan I don't care I want to get between 'emWith a great big ol' hard on like a old bois d' arc fence postYou could hang a pipe rail gait from Do some twisted sisters 'til the cows come home And we'd be havin' us a timeUncle Slayton's got his Texan prideBack in the thickets with his Asian brideHe's cut that corner pasture into acre lots' He sells 'em owner financedStrictly to them that's got no kind of credit 'cCause he knows they're slackersWhen they miss that paymentThen he takes it back He plays that Choctaw Bingo every Friday nightDrinks that Johnny Walker at that Club 69We're gonna strap them kids in give 'em a little bit o' BenadrylAnd a cherry co*ke we're goin' to Oklahoma Gonna have us a time

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Written by: James McMurtry

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