Waymore on the Prowl
I’m sitting at this keyboard pecking out a song,Thinking of the kind of love that always done me wrong.I let my mind drift back a ways, focus on those simpler daysOf courtship for women and men.It was a whole different rodeo when… It was pinball and pool halls,A shot and a beer, a quarter gonna get you three playsAt your typical blue collar honky tonk joint.Recalling Waymore and his outlaw days. Waymore on the prowl when the cat come whisperingPlay his smoke and wine for any lady listening.Sniff around the taproom with those no good friends of mine.Take the barmaid home when she gets off at closing time. It was a whole different rodeo whenYou could tell from the feel of her skinWe were loving in person back then. Now with internet dating, a fly on the wallCould choke on this internet haze.It’s all google-eyed, cyber love, harmony crap;I’m missing Waymore and his outlaw days. Waymore on the prowl was a wily specimen.Caught more tail with come-ons than with instant messaging.Had a way with words like they were stolen property.Left a woman knowing she’d been sexted properly.