It's 50 miles from Leaky down to Hondo
No straight shot the roads all twist and turn
Another 45 on in to San Antone
Seems a long way to go for just one girl
He pulls up Monday morning
Puts his window down
Grins and tells me to breathe in deep
Her perfume still lingers from their last date
Says he's late for work
Leaves me standing in the street
He's taken to wearing starched shirts
And his boots stay shined
He keeps that old truck neat as a pin
Her picture gazes down from his visor
At an empty dash where a spit cup should've been
Hey runnin' buddy, what do you say to a twelve pack
Hey runnin' buddy, whatcha say to settin' some lines
Hey runnin' buddy, don't you remember
The good times we had
Before you hooked up with that San Antonio girl.
I've known Jimmy Wayne since the second grade
His mom and him moved in from Copperas Cove
We've always chased the girls down in Uvalde
On the first date, they went dancing at a VFW
A rough spot for such a cultured pearl
She matched him beer for beer, and she could polka
So he fell in love with that San Antonio girl
Well we never just go drink beer like we used to
Road hunt, shoot signs, or shoot the breeze
Every weekend he loads up and goes to see her
I guess that old gal's just way more fun than me
It's a long haul from Leakey to San Antonio
No straight shot, the roads all twist and bend
Maybe come next Friday, I'll ride with him
See if she has got some San Antonio friends
Hey runnin' buddy, what'll you say to a twelve pack
Hey runnin' buddy, whatcha say to runnin' some lines
(On the gals from San Antone)Hey runnin' buddy, wait'll you see the good times we'll
Have
When we both hook up with San Antonio girls