Bill Payne, Paul Barrere, Craig Fuller, Fred Tackett, Richie Hayward I was staring at myself in the mirrored sunglasses Set on six foot five of Texas Ranger He hollered turn down your radio son I stuttered officer wha-what have I done? You were doing better than a hundred and one Why ya driving like the devil's on your tail?
I started pleading my case and getting no sympathy I said I'm in the Feat... I'm travelin' from town to town Don't you know my face I'm on the radio most all the time And I didn't realize I had the hammer down So please don't haul me off to jail
When the Feats are on the box the speed just slips my mind I start to sing along, tap my toe, slap the dash in time The ranger laughed and said as he looked me in the eye Son those Feat'll steer ya wrong sometimes
I was on my way to Puerto Rico on a 24 city run They promised me the world that's what I got 'Cause Texas is a world all of its own It takes a lifetime to drive from Eastland to Van Horn He said didn't you hear my siren whine I been chasing you since the Jim Hogg County line
I was thinking real hard about tenderin' my notice But the bills came in and piled up to my chin Paul called and said we're on our way to Rhome This tour's gonna save your happy home
Now we're going to: London, Liverpool, Italy, Paris, Egypt, Dublin, Frisco, Waco, Athens, Gouldbusk, Troy, and Miami, Moody, Beaumont, Edinburgh, Lubbock Pecos, Deadwood, Fife, del Rio, Houston, Austin, all around Dallas Texas is a world all of its own
'N if you let me off this time From now on I'll keep in mind That those Feat'll steer you wrong sometimes When the Feats are on the box the speed just slips my mind
I start to sing along, tap my toe, slap the dash in time But the ranger said to me as he handed me the fine Son those Feat done steered ya wrong this time Those Feat'll steer ya wrong sometimes