Cowboy Charisma: A Chance Encounter on the Sawdust Floor

I was all about 22, I think, at the time. I’ve been out on the road, lonely at night, and it’s been a while, huh? So it was on my mind. Well, I saw him walk in with his cowboy hat, and I thought to myself, I could use some of that. His boots, like glass on the sawdust floor, had moves like nothing I’ve ever seen before. So I walked right up and I pulled him to the side. I handed that man a beer, looked him in the eyes, and I said, baby, I think you’re gonna Wanna hear this.