Lyrics
Verse 1
Well, I rolled into Lubbock with a nickel and a grinA borrowed pair of boots and a warrant tucked withinThe sheriff said, "Son, you better tell me where you've been"I said, "Judge, I was busy teaching chickens how to spin"
Chorus
I got a Friday-night fever and a Saturday planA cold cup of coffee and a one-man bandIf trouble wants a partner, tell it to take my handI'm the worst good idea in the whole wide land
Verse 2
My sweetheart keeps a horseshoe underneath her bedSays it brings her luck and keeps the wolves well fedShe kissed me by the jukebox, then she cracked me on the headFor betting our rent money on a three-legged thoroughbred
Chorus
I got a Friday-night fever and a Saturday planA cold cup of coffee and a one-man bandIf trouble wants a partner, tell it to take my handI'm the worst good idea in the whole wide land
Bridge
Now the fiddle player owes me, the bartender knows my nameThe pool table's got a dent where I explained my gameI never start a fight, but I sure can fan the flameThen I leave before the Bible thumper figures out the blameinstrumental
Verse 3
Come Sunday morning, I was sleeping in the hayWith a chicken on my shoulder and a banjo in the wayThe preacher saw me snoring, said, "Brother, kneel and pray"I said, "Save it for the sinners, Reverend, I'm off duty today"
Chorus
I got a Friday-night fever and a Saturday planA cold cup of coffee and a one-man bandIf trouble wants a partner, tell it to take my handI'm the worst good idea in the whole wide land
Outro
Yeah, I'm the worst good idea in the whole wide landBuy me one more whiskey and I'll prove it to the band