Every once I traded rattlers and scorpions for roaches And wide open spaces for a job that pays good Now as I sit here in Traffic in Stressville I wonder if I'm being paid what I should Chorus I think of a girl and I can see her face plain Dark eyes in moonlight but her name just escapes You never forget the feel of the first time Does it suprise you to hear me say? Chorus I've got this friend he's a lawyer in Dallas His folks grow potatoes out panhandle way He talks of Bob Wills and Playboys (allcountrytabs.com)