mcmurtry short tables no slop eight ball line of crank off his gold top les paul woke you up set you right kept you talkin to the middle of the next night he had the stance major attitude vibrato you could o thrown a cat through a little much a little heavy i guess the world just wasn t ready just a ghost from back a long time ago blue eyed shadow you never mention anymore nothin ventured nothin saved you poured it out like bourbon on a fresh grave and learned your lesson well we learned your lesson well no helmet or a care in the world bein such a bad little girl your face buried in the back of his shirt shut your eyes and you ll never get hurt on the valley road black walls looking through the front door mirror ball in the middle of the dance floor and in the dream it s still the same but in the daylight none of that remains waking up to the cold hard facts seems like everybody s livin in the third act that s how it happens it s kinda weird the whole scene just disappeared we learned our lesson well we learned our lesson well he missed a curve on his hard tail sled nothin broken cept for his head you know it s kinda fittin somehow hard to picture what he d look like now you learned your lesson well you learned your lesson well you learned your lesson well you learned your lesson well no helmet or a care in the world bein such a bad little girl your face buried in the back of his shirt shut your eyes and you ll never get hurt flying in the papago wind half way to gila bend no helmet or a care in the world bein such a bad little girl on the valley road