by Max Stalling
from the album "Wide Afternoon"
Transcribed by Thomas Faulkenberry
Note: The strum at the first of the song is the following. If you need
clarification, use that as an excuse to buy this CD. It is excellent!!
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Em A D
It's fifty miles from Leakey down to Hondo
Em A D
There's no straight shot, the roads all twist and turn
Em A D
Another forty-five on into San Antone
Em A D
Seems a long way to go for just one girl
He pulls up Monday morning, puts his window down
Grins and tells me to breathe in deep
Her perfume still lingers from their last date
Says he late for work, leaves me standing in the street
He's taken to wearing starched shirts, and his boots stay shined
He keeps that old truck neat as a pin
Her picture gazes down from his visor
At an empty dash where a spit cup should've been
G A D
Hey runnin' buddy, what'll you say to a twelve pack
G A D
Hey runnin' buddy, whatcha say to settin' some lines
G A D Bm
Hey runnin' buddy, don't you remember the good times we had
G A D
Before you hooked up with that San Antonio girl.
(REPEAT INTRO)
I've known Jimmy Wayne since the second grade
When his mom and him moved in from Copperas Cove
We've always chased the girls down in Uvalde
Don't see why he needs him one in San Antone
On the first date, they went dancing at a VFW
A rough spot for such a cultured pearl
She matched him beer for beer, and she could polka
So he fell in love with that San Antonio girl
(repeat chorus)
(INSTRUMENTAL SOLO)
Well we never go drink beer like we used to
Road hunt, shoot signs, or shoot the breeze
Every weekend he loads up and goes to see her
I guess that old gal's just way more fun than me
It's a long way from Leakey to San Antonio
No straight shot, the roads all twist and bend
Maybe come next Friday, I'll ride with him
See if she has got some San Antonio friends
(alternate chorus)
Hey runnin' buddy, what'll you say to a twelve pack
Hey runnin' buddy, whatcha say to runnin' some lines (on the girls from
San Antone)
Hey runnin' buddy, wait'll you see the good times we'll have
When we both hook up with San Antonio girls
(repeat alternate chorus)
(REPEAT INTRO)