Outlaw

****-kick boots, chains on the belt, Harley on the jacket, pate crowned with felt... you can swoon, you can die at a glance of his eye. No one seems to notice that he swishes more than swaggers. Strut through the room, dance with all The Gals, low'r the boom on troublemakers, joke with all The Pals... Sally really wants him but she worries 'cause she staggers and she never seems to notice that he swishes more than swaggers. Last dance, closin' time. The Gang leaves with a shout. It's breakfast at the Flyin' K, but Sally passes out. So once again, the joke's on them and really, does it matter? His newfound trucker friend is glad he swishes more than swaggers.