In Austin they's a club called the Armadillo.
I went once when the weekend came.
When I walks inside, this gal gimme a grin,
so I up and says, "What's your name?"

She looks at me with a sideways gaze,
and she says, "Who wants to know?"
I says, "Just me, an old tired cowpoke,
come over to watch the show."

She takes my arm, and smiles up at me,
and says, "Tex is my name, Old Man.
I'm with some folks, but you're welcome to join.
That is, if you think you can."

I says, "Well sure, I got nowheres to go.
If I did, it could wait a while."
She says, "You know, I like how you think."
And gimme another big smile.

She takes me over to meet her friends,
who seem like a sociable bunch.
I says, "Have I met you people before?"
Tex gimme a playful punch.

Tell me, "Old Cowpoke," she says with a grin, 
"you any good at singin' a song?"
"Not really," I says, "I just sing to the cows.
They don't care if the notes is wrong."

Next thing I know, I'm up on the stage,
with the Travis County Ramblers.
Them friends of young Tex's is part of the show,
singin' songs about cowpokes and gamblers.

This cute young lady that's holdin' my hand,
is the star of this big stage show.
I says, "Thank you  Ma'am, for the offer to sing,
but I sound like a croupy old crow."

Now, I didn't know that the microphone
was playin' all of this to the crowd,
till they started yellin' and clappin' their hands.
Then Tex took my hand and bowed.

They all calmed down, and Tex says, "I think
Old Cowpoke, here, would stay,
if we give him a gee-tar and let him set down.
I betcha he knows how to play."

I reckoned I did, and she handed me one,
a brand new Martin, by heck!
I played, she sang, and ever'one listened.
When we finished, she kissed my neck.

Three hours later we walk to my truck,
and Tex says, "Old Cowpoke, you're neat!"
"Thank you." I says. "Now I gotta get home,
'cause Old Cowpoke here is beat."

When I get set down, she leans in and says,
"You sure I cain't git you to stay?"
I says, "One day a week is all I kin take 
of livin' you city folks' way.

"So thank you, young lady, but I gotta go.
Is they anythin' you need to borrow?"
"No, Daddy," she says, "but give Mama my love.
And say I'll be out tomorrow."