DESCRIPTION:
Houston by Visqueen, from the album "Sunset on Dateland" (© 2004 - BlueDisguise Records)
Lyrics:
You buy her everything,
a bracelet diamond ring,
a tennis date with Brad and Kelly.
But she fudged on the card, down cowboy boulevard,
the rodeo's in town and selling.

Your money's in the trade,
a fortune to be made,
a dream that you will soon wake up from.

Houston feels so low.(x3)

Her calves against the bar,
housekeeper took the car
and pool house rules can't keep your clothes on.
The ranch house rattlesnakes will pray your soul to take
black cadillac with white-walled wheels on.

The saddle sores are real, more cactus fruit to peel
as San Antone feels yellow rosy.

Houston feels so low(x3)

The bulk of his estate
is sifted through probate
iced relatives talk over Bourbon.
the benefactor falls,
a hidden mistress calls
as grandmother adjusts her turban.

Last will and testament
to leave in the event,
I hit the lights on grand old opry.

Houston feels so low. (X3)