Wax Paper Cups

There's a purple sky on my dusty dash On its way from blue to black Sun's fading fast and the moon is smiling A good wind blowing steady and warm Sweeping waves onto the shore Chasing all the sand crabs toward the highway So whatcha say? Let's pick up a pair of Icees down at the Texaco Back my truck to the edge of the Gulf of Mexico Throw on a little George Strait Have a seat on the tailgate Swing our feet in the water Till our toes wrinkle up Sip on down to the bottom Of them wax paper cups I know a little back dirt road that leads To ocean front property Where me and the stars shoot the breeze Like family Oughta be a buck or two in change 'Tween the glove box and the ashtray And there's a lonely shotgun seat Waiting for ya side me So why don't we? Pick up a pair of Icees down at the Texaco Back my truck to the edge of the Gulf of Mexico Throw on a little George Strait Have a seat on the tailgate Swing our feet in the water Till our toes wrinkle up Sip on down to the bottom Of them wax paper cups And we can talk if you want to Or we can sit silent Shoulder to shoulder Just a sipping and sighing Or we can make love Memories and wishes Stealing cold cherry coke flavored kisses Let's pick up a pair of Icees down at the Texaco Back my truck to the edge of the Gulf of Mexico Throw on a little George Strait Have a seat on the tailgate Swing our feet in the water Till our toes wrinkle up Sip on down to the bottom of them Sip on down to the bottom of them Sip on down to the bottom Of them wax paper cups