With His Pants In His Hand
	by C. Carson Parks
	With His Pants In His Hand Out the window, down the alley He's traveled mountains and valleys With His Pants In His Hand Old Boston town, just so sincere, Beautiful lass, young musketeer Then comes along old Paul Revere, Who shouts, "The Redcoats are here!" He's with a girl that he adores And she suggests just one beer more Then comes a knockin' at the door, He grabs my shoes from off the floor. It seems to happen all the time, He's with a girl who's so subline Just when their pulses start to climb, He hears a doorbell or a chimb! He's with a girl who's pure delight He stays too long to say goodnight No matter what they say is right, He ain't the one to stand and fight. Whenever opportunity knocks, He plays it slyer than a fox Then, when He gets down to his socks, He hears the rattlin' of the locks Just when his heart begins to rule, His feet say "Man, Don't be a fool!" No matter what they say is cool, He ain't goin' stand and fight no duel! When she invited him inside, How could he know she was a bride Then, later on, forget the pride, He gotta run, to save his hide. It's just the story of his life He didn't know she was a wife But to abvoid all kinds of strife, He trusts his feet to save his life. Sweet land of liberty he craves. Land of the free, home of the brave. But, when his skin he needs to save, He ain't goin' turn around and wave! Right down thru history he runs Dodgin' an arrow and a gun And no matter what the people have to say He'll live to love another day.

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