The Houston Kid (Clark Guy)

Now the Houston Kid's got a new pair of jeans But he's got no soap, he got no washing machine Now the Houston Kid he's feelin' tight and he's mean And he's tryin' to figure out how his pants got clean Well, he's doin' his wash in a tub full of whiskey Hangin' his threads on a very thin line Tryin' to tell the man in charge of the dryers What a great job he's doin' fakin' sunshine Now the Houston Kid he seems hard pressed 'Cause he hit the world naked, now he's headed back dressed As the Houston Kid, no more and no less If your dice fit your pocket then your pants pass the test Well, he's doin' his wash in a tub full of whiskey Hangin' his threads on a very thin line Tryin' to tell the man in charge of the dryers What a great job he's doin' fakin' sunshine Now some say the Houston Kid is bent But if you've got to do your wash Then you've got to pay some rent So the Houston Kid he just up and he went And love could buy back the dimes that he'd spent Well, he's doin' his wash in a tub full of whiskey Hangin' his threads on a very thin line Tryin' to tell the man in charge of the dryers What a great job he's doin' fakin' sunshine