Colorado Chris

Old boots on the wood Rolled up muddy jeans He's called Colorado Chris And he sure seems to me Like the king of that porch swing I heard he's from Maine But no one really knows There's no time to ask But the time you sit down You're already half stoned Ol Colorado Chris has got… Four cars in the yard Three sitting on blocks You can buy, sell, or trade Or just come by and steal 'Cause he sold off the locks When some folks call the fuzz Ol' Chris keeps his cool It's just some PTA mom Who needs something to do While the kids are in school He don't wanna work He just wants to play He'll sit on that porch and smoke reefer all day Hell sing you a song Hell tell you a tale But you can't buy his time 'cause it ain't up for sale His cash comes and goes He's always bumming smokes Trading car parts for weed Working part time in town Sure can keep a boy broke He's two months behind The rent on that place But ol' Chris sure can love And his landlady knows He's got that way to pay He don't wanna work He just wants to play Hell sit on that porch and just talk shit all day Hell sing you a song Hell tell you a tale But you can't buy his time 'cause it ain't up for sale Chris got him a dog An ol' mutt he named peg She must be 18 and she can't see a thing But still sleeps in his bed He says when ol' peg dies Hell up and leave town Might be Wyoming Will or New Mexico Nick Another five years from now He don't wanna work He just wants to play Hell sit on that porch and drink whiskey all day He'll sing you a song He'll tell you a tale But you can't buy his time 'cause he ain't up for sale You can't buy ol' Chris 'cause he ain't up for sale