Writer/Performer: Red Stegall I got to gather up my tack finish runnin off the slack There's night It's five{}hundred miles from here I got time for one short beer fight A pretty girl gave me a glance I wish I's stayin for the dance But I road There's a truck stop down the line Guess that I could spare the time For some mode CHORUS N.C. I got those one more show And blues little white lines Ican't dues I been drawin' up real bad Missed the good ones I've had And about the timeI think It's all down pat The announcer says plus ten You broke the barrier again And they don't write no checks for fifteen flat. But if I can just hang on Till Ft. Worth and San Antone Well I'm bound to throw one down and make some time I'll have money in my jeans To spend on pretty dance hall queens Cigarettes and skoal and apple wine.