Ray Wylie Hubbard - Choctaw Bingo lyrics

Strap them kids in
Give 'em a little bit of vodka
In a Cherry Coke, we're goin' to Oklahoma
To the family reunion for the
First time in years
It's up at Uncle Slayton's 'cause
He's getting on in years
You know he no longer travels
But he's still pretty spry
He's not much on talking
He's just too mean to die
And they'll be comin' down from
Kansas and from west Arkansas
It'll be one great big ol'
Party like you never saw

Uncle Slayton's got his Texan pride
Back in the thickets with his Asian bride
He's got an Airstream trailer
And a Holstein cow
He still makes whiskey 'cause
He still knows how
He plays that Choctaw bingo
Every Friday night
You know he had to leave Texas
But he won't say why
He owns a quarter section up by Lake Eufala
Caught a great big ol' blue cat
On a driftin' jug line
Sells his hardwood timber to
The chipping mill
Cooks that crystal meth because
The 'shine don't sell
He cooks that crystal meth because
The 'shine don't sell
You know he likes that money
He don't mind the smell

My cousin Roscoe, Slayton's oldest boy
From his second marriage up in Illinois
He's raised in East St louis
By his mama's people
Where they do things different thought
He'd just come on down
He was going to Dallas, Texas
In a semi-truck
Called from that big McDonald's
You know the one that's built up
On that great big ol' bridge
Across the Will Rogers Turnpike
Took the Big Cabin exit
Stopped and bought a carton o’ cigarettes
At that Indian smoke shop with
The big neon smoke rings
In the Cherokee Nation hit
Muskogee late that night
Somebody ran a stoplight at
The Shawnee Bypass
Roscoe tried to miss 'em, but he didn't quite

Bob and Mae come up from little town
Way down by Lake Texoma
Where he coaches football
They were 2-A champions now
For two years running
But he says they won't be this year, no
They won't be this year
And he stopped off in Tushka at
That Pop's Knife and Gun place
Bought a SKS rifle and a couple full cases
Of that steel-core ammo with
The Berdan primers
From some East bloc nation that
No longer needs 'em and a Desert Eagle
That's one great big ol' pistol
I mean, 50-caliber made by badass Hebrews
And some surplus tracers for that
Old B-A-R of Slayton's soon's it gets dark
We're gonna have us a time
We're gonna have us a time


Ruth Ann and Lynn come
Down from Baxter Springs
And that's one hell raisin' town
Way up in southeastern Kansas
Got a biker bar next to the lingerie store
That's got the Rolling Stones lips up
There in bright pink neon
And they're right downtown where
Everyone can see 'em and they burn all night
You know they burn all night
You know they burn all night

Ruth Ann and Lynn
They wear them cut-off britches
And them skinny little halters
And they're second cousins to me
Man, I don't care, I want to get between 'em
With a great big ol' hard-on like
A old Bois d'Arc fence post
You could hang a pipe rail gate from
Do some sister twisters 'til
The cows come home
And we'll be havin' us a time

Uncle Slayton's got his Texan pride
Back in the thickets with his Asian bride
He's cut that corner pasture into acre lots
He sells 'em owner-financed strictly to them
That's got no kind of credit
Cause he knows they're slackers
And they'll miss that payment
Then he takes it back
He plays that Choctaw bingo
Every Friday night
He drinks his Johnny Walker at that Club 69

We're gonna strap them kids in
Give 'em a little bit o' Benadryl
And a Cherry Coke, we're goin' to Oklahoma
Gonna have us a time gonna have us a time