Red River Street

I have always seen America as one badly run hotel
As homeland security sort out the strange clientele
I always dodged their scrutiny - their effort is in vain
I simply plead not a terrorist - not sick - nor insane

I'm heading to Austin, Texas - where they like to keep it weird
An island of sanity - In a land else build on fear
So who do you like to meet - down on Red River St

Skip the beat on Six St. and take a left by the rails
Head on down to to Mohawk and the headhunter trail
You find guitar slinging heroes - in Eric Tessmer and his band
This is Jimi reincarnated - in his fast moving hand
Moses will reevaluate - you got to know him to understand
His burning bush - will make a push - to the promised land
You be knocked to your feet - down on Red River St

There be lizard snaking women - smelling leather and sweat
Dancing cocaine steps - to a band she soon forget
There be grandmasters in a fast lane - balancing a chair
Kind king of trivia - in a newborn millionaire

Sometimes life is lost - between your birth and your death
Sometimes it reappear - where you would least expect
That night at Skinny's Ballroom - we were more than just a band
And as the last note died out - the brothers had lost their old man
You see the cut can be deep - down on Red River St